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... moon buries the soul of a sword.
Beneath the desolate Forbidden Moon Cliff lay a frigid Cold Pool.
Wisps of crimson mist occasionally rose from the Cold Pool’s surface, where the reflection of a waning Blood Moon shimmered.
The air was cold.
As cold as Ye Tianling’s already frigid blood.
Beside the cliff, a solitary grave stood in silence, looking exceptionally bleak and desolate.
Here, there was nothing but the sobbing wind and the lonesome caws ...
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