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... p> Upon reaching the sixth floor of the Hall of Myriad Laws, Qi Xiu’s eyes flickered. The Clear Moon Cloud Robe he wore faintly generated silvery-white wisps of cloud mist, veiling his figure and making it appear indistinct.
Around him, a dark-red miasma stretched endlessly, piled up like mountains. With a casual grab and a gentle pinch, one could even wring blood out of it. It was sinister, cold, and so oppressive it made one feel numb all over.
This is by no means the Hall of M ...
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