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... mist was thick, and human presence scarce.
Two figures silently appeared, descending into a secret hall atop a mountain peak like specters.
"Just got the news, the Buddha Lord who sought our cooperation before, he’s dead!"
One of the figures, a black-robed youth, whispered.
Beside him was a graceful lady with purple patterns on her cheeks, and if Li Hao were here, he could recognize that these two were the same Desolate Gods from outside Qingzhou City before.
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