Jiang Changsheng put the golden scale and jade leaves into the giant spirit ring. He looked at Bai Qi, and Bai Qi trembled in fright.

It hurriedly came over and begged: "Master Daoist, this servant is too tired, let's sweep again tomorrow."

It snows as much as it sweeps, and God seems to be against it.

Jiang Changsheng nodded slightly, Bai Qi felt relieved, and hurriedly came to lie down next to the medicine cauldron, under which there was still burning charcoal, enough for him to keep warm.

Jiang Changsheng turned his head to look at the capital

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