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... nceal one’s tracks.
Sikong Hen had his hands behind his back as his eyes, that were like the tips of blades, were suffused with icy cold killing intent. Behind him were numerous shadows that flickered about, and then the 18 Golden Core Realm disciples of the Sikong Clan stood solemnly and respectfully as they awaited their orders.
Swoosh!
A black figure appeared before Sikong Hen like a specter, then bowed and said in a low voice. “Eldest Young Master, the rainstorm from yester ...
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