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... who placed it on the table without a word. It was a standard sect communication slip, pale green and cool to the touch.
Lin Tian picked it up, his fingers brushing over the smooth surface. Spiritual energy pulsed from it, carrying a familiar, frost-tinged signature that made the trace on his wrist twitch in response.
He focused his mind, sending a thread of qi into the slip. Formal characters glowed in the air before him, arranged in perfect, impersonal rows.
To Outer Dis ...
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