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... rance.
One was an old monk, thin and frail as dried wood, his face sunken and lifeless, as if one foot had already stepped into the coffin.
The other was a man in his forties, wearing a red-and-green robe, his hair neatly combed without a single strand out of place. The Nine Glaze Cauldron floated before him, emanating an awe-inspiring divine pressure.
Both men gazed silently at the place where their target had just stood, unable to speak for a long time.
After a ...
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