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Jiang Yi followed Nie Hanshuang into the hall.

"Father, Jiang Yi is here!" Nie Hanshuang said.

"Uncle Zheng!" Jiang Yi looked at the tall and big back that was standing in front of Mo Xie Mountain Water Painting and took a step forward, as he said respectfully.

Time flies. In the blink of an eye, it has been ten years since we last met. On Changyang Peak