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... within the Wen Ting residence.
The wind ceased, and the snow stopped.
The ownerless Mei Ziyu ended its Heavenly Unravel and, twirling down from midair, planted itself into the nearby earth.
"Whimper..."
The sword trembled and emitted a low whine, as if it were crying.
Feng Zhongzui watched as Elder Gu's body visibly aged at an exaggerated pace and silently shifted the Dao Imparting Mirror to focus elsewhere.
Mei Siren still held Gu Yu, yet felt th ...
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