East Three Bright Star, Space Harbor.
Ji Anquan stopped, and saw a woman in the distance, wearing a True Phoenix mask that covered a small part of her face, with her hair and eyebrows resembling clouds and ink. A mist emitted by strange treasures enveloped her, blurring her figure, making her appear like a flower seen through the fog.
Ji Anquan secretly calculated in his mind, and unsurprisingly 'emptiness'.
He shook his head and sighed, another one protected by divine objects.
These Taoist inheritances from the Three Thousand Yanfu indeed had profound foundations, accumulating too many good things.
Sensing something, the woman wearing the True Phoenix mask turned her head, meeting Ji Anquan's gaze, with the latter smiling in acknowledgment.
The woman's eyebrows curved, seeming to chuckle lightly, yet she didn't move forward to climb, instead leaving directly.
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