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... Feng Lingzhu no longer mattered to Zhou Yan, as his attention was entirely focused on the ancient array before him.
This was an ancient array that not even the Grandmaster’s memory had encountered before.
Here, the ancient array reached its origin, as if all paths were abruptly cut off.
The chilling wind still whistled incessantly, with a rustling sound that moaned and wept, as if Evil Ghosts were wailing softly.
Ahead, at the end of the ancient array, there was a ...
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