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... ough the atmosphere at a velocity that bordered on the speed of light.
To any observer on the ground, he would have appeared as nothing more than a fleeting silver needle sewing the clouds together before vanishing into the blue.
The wind did not dare buffet him, and instead it parted around his Qi-reinforced form in a perfect, silent slipstream.
Qinq’er had contacted him through a communication artifact—thought transmission couldn’t work since the distance is too far—the ...
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