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... s as ink, spilling over the Ninefold Celestial Palace.
At Yunding Mountain, in the Heavenly Patrol Hall, the candle flames were blazing, and the assembly had not yet dispersed.
On the main seat, Chen Yuan leaned slantwise on the commander’s chair, his eyelids closed, his fingertips distinct in their joints, carelessly tapping on the armrest.
"Thud, thud, thud."
The sound, neither fast nor slow, blended with the discussions in the hall, indirectly suppressing the v ...
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