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... ai Ruxue with this Saint’s Heart as she crosses her tribulation!"
Xiao Mo’s voice resounded between heaven and earth.
As Xiao Mo finished speaking, the last wisp of the Confucian Ancestor Saint’s Residual Soul withdrew its gaze. It looked up at the heavens, its eyes impossibly deep. "It seems this is all fate."
The Confucian Ancestor Saint’s Residual Soul scattered on the wind.
Xiao Mo’s Saint’s Heart also began to fade, transforming into an ink-black wind.
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