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... y peak.
Above him, his ordinary cloth garments gradually transformed in texture, no longer fluttering with the wind, but hanging down, their color growing ever deeper, like fine iron forged and tempered, stripped of impurities.
The youth’s eyes were slightly closed, his face showing no emotion, but his body trembled slightly.
The vital energy packed within his meridians was compressed, continually crashing against the meridians, causing his complexion to involuntarily pal ...
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