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... red hue over the Cloudfire Sect. The silence of the night was shattered only by the occasional flicker of spiritual energy crackling through the air—an omen that something ancient and powerful had been awakened.
Wang Li stood at the edge of the training peak, the wind tugging at his robes as his newly acquired spirit dagger, Shadowfang, vibrated faintly against his belt. His gaze, cold and unwavering, was fixed on the silhouette approaching him through the mist.
Mu Qingling was ...
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