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Looking at the room, steeped in ancient charm yet dilapidated in style, Lin Yun was wide-eyed with astonishment.,With a sound, the dream's face was marked with a crimson palm print.,At this moment, Mengwu found himself powerless, slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the shattered potion beneath his feet. Before him stood a gorgeously dressed attendant, but her face was as sharp and cold as it could be.。