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... underous sound in the dim sky grew louder, the celestial light that seemed to tear through clouds and mist dissipated once more, and the rain fell like a deluge.
Yet this torrential downpour could not touch the silhouettes upon the ruins in the slightest.
At the center of the ruins, Tang Quandao, with black braids hanging behind and clad in a cyan tunic robe, stood with his hands behind his back and suddenly opened his eyes.
His gaze contained the sharpness of swords, sta ...
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