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... i Xin sat on the edge of the cliff, meditating in silence.
The fierce wind stirred his robes, his pale hair fluttered with the gusts, his silhouette exuding loneliness and desolation.
"Deep affection does not endure, excessive wisdom invites wounds."
These eight words could sum up the first half of Zhi Xin’s life.
Though he possessed great talent, he had insisted on exhausting his Primordial Energy to assist his Taoist couple in crossing a tribulation. When the at ...
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