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... or swirling with mystic colors... it simply turned pitch black.
The golden haired man froze.
His pupils shrank.
For a split second, he thought the lights in the crystal ball had just died on him. Beads of sweat rolled down his temple. Then, forcing a grave expression, he leaned forward and intoned dramatically, "...Your future will be dark."
"Yeah, no kidding, I see that." Yu Xuan said flatly, staring at the dead crystal. His tone was somewhere between unimpressed ...
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