Tianyang Sand Sea, Manatee Island.


    The streets are crowded with people and the noise of carriages and horses.


    In a secret room, Wang Mengbin sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes slightly closed, and countless silver arcs spread all over his body, like a **** of thunder.


    After a while, a sound transmission talisman flew in.


    The silver arc on Wang Mengbin''s body dissipated, and he opened his eyes. He opened his mouth and sprayed out a silver light, hitting the sound transmission symbol, and Bai Yuqi''s voice sounded: "Husband, the Xuanqing number of the Xuanqing faction


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