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... of curses, intermingled with the sound of rain hitting the forest leaves, seemed like an alien sound from another world.
A gentle rustling of the breeze, another fleeting figure appeared, seemingly untouched by dust, standing among the treetops. The soles of their feet rested on a branch no thicker than an infant’s arm, swaying with the wind, yet they showed no signs of falling, exhibiting an extraordinary mastery of Qinggong.
"If you had used the poison needle instead of an egg ...
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