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... uch like the endless icy blood of dead cultivators.
The world was vast and desolate, and the snow continued to fall outside Snow City in the Cold Ice Abyss, whispering as it landed.
This sound was like the soft weeping of a homeless wanderer.
Yet amidst the wailing of the wind, a voice emerged in a contented laugh, as if savoring a rare happiness.
"Haha, there’s finally news from Master. These years of bitter cultivation have been worthwhile. Will I soon be battli ...
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