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Book 12: Chapter 67: A Part of a Life
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Endless black powder scattered down, condensing together, becoming larger and larger. It was as if countless black bats were flying around Brother Ming’s body.
At the boundary where black and white met, the countless fragmented white wisps of light became more and more fine, more and more concentrated. They were like incredibly pure fine gemstones, every single gemstone’s surface reflecting light and flickering with brilliance.
This scene looked simple, jus ...
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