Wudang In the chilly atmosphere of the inn. Silence flowed for a few seconds. The Daoists of the Wudang Sect standing in the back had their eyes widened. When Gu Ryeonghwa was sweating profusely while covering her mouth. Screech-! Ji Cheol in front pushed back his chair and stood up. “What did you just say?” From Ji Cheol’s greatly distorted...
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