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... yin wind that darkened the skies, a terrifying image of doomsday approaching.
The outskirts of Zhuqiong Mountain.
Upon a steep cliffside where rock pines grew.
Xu Hanlin sat cross-legged on a gnarled branch of a pine, his expression serene, flipping through a book in his hands.
Yet his gaze wasn’t on the book but fixated on the thunderous flashes in the distant sky. Black winds blew from the heavens, stirring his hair and the hem of his clothes, also flipping the ...
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