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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.,Unable to directly treat the problem, he could only use his inner qi with caution to carefully separate the black line from the underside of the leaf.。