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Helping the Xuandu City

Editor: Atlas Studios

"Ah."

A faint sigh accompanied by a long white cloud disappeared into the horizon.

The sky in the Heavenly Palace would never look low, but the feelings that belonged to General Dongmu could only be stifled.

At the thought that he might be targeted by the Western Sect, General Dongmu's originally calm Dao heart could not help but fluctuate.

If there was no other way, who would want to be the ashes of the Tribulation? Who would want to bury the Dao Fruit of Longevity?

However, the Saints of the Primordial World were the greatest. If the Saints of the Western Sect attacked him, what could he do?

After hearing Taibai Jinxing's analysis of the subsequent developments in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, General Dongmu's heart…

It was cold.

It was as if there was a voice beside his ear every moment.

There's no hope. Wait for death. Eat and drink.

Should I work hard to have a son?