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... Fusheng off guard.
She was already in a flurry due to Qin Liuxi’s words, and then he sent a needle flying into the Ghost Palace with such precision that it was as though it was measured by the ruler—neither too light nor too heavy, penetrating three parts deep, causing Fusheng’s lips to tremble slightly, but not harming the bones inside.
As the silver needle entered the Ghost Palace, Fusheng’s already pale face grew even more ashen and colorless. A form of energy rose beside her, ...
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