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... he was, his face twisted between laughter and tears, then finally let out a miserable laugh, looked up to the sky, and spat a mouthful of blood, before collapsing straight to the ground.
Beside him, a few young Taoists scrambled in panic, unsure what to do.
The Fourth Great-Uncle Master sighed and spoke.
"His Dao heart has collapsed. The wound is to his heart, not his body."
At those words, even the Seventh Great-Uncle Master and the Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor ...
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