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... mon’s lair was profound, a stark contrast to the brutal, chaotic violence of moments before. The foul stench of blood and demonic Qi still hung heavy in the air, a grim testament to the evil that had festered there.
Yue Lingshan stood panting softly, her hand still clutching her Verdant Willow Blade, her beautiful face pale behind her veil. She looked from the smooth, empty patch of wall where Mo Jiao had been annihilated to the man standing calmly before her.
Wang Jian. Her savi ...
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