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... ingered in the air.
Standing in the courtyard, Wen Zhixing’s complexion was waxen yellow, his eyes sunken, his skin dry and wrinkled.
The wide sleeves of his robe could hardly conceal his thin frame, which fluttered feebly like the last flame in the wind.
The next moment, a transparent, colorless frame appeared before his eyes, containing a line of small characters.
[You have been ravaged for several days, your Pure Yang Body has been broken, your primordial yang ...
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