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Chapter 47: A Death Without Burial.
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... ragments of bone lay scattered upon the uneven ground like withered petals of white lilies. Jiang Chen remained motionless in the silence, the soot black ring resting in the center of his palm.
He brushed the ring with his divine sense, yet there was not the slightest fluctuation within it. If tossed among common trinkets, it would not attract a second glance, appearing no different from a cheap mortal ornament.
But Jiang Chen knew better.
He appraised it inwardly. ’A pea ...
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