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A youth of sixteen or seventeen, clad in a gray tunic, stood tall and handsome. His eyes were bright and clear.,Lu Xuan secretly compared in his heart, looking at the Ling Yingcao being eroded by the fine thread, he couldn't help but sigh softly.,It took a great deal of energy and focus to finally clean it up, but the next day when I went back to check, the black threads appeared again, and there were even more of them than before.。