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Chapter 38: The cowardly son pushes his mother to flame.
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... > The soft afternoon light seeped through the halls of Supreme Holy Peak, casting fragmented patterns upon the polished grounds.
Ling’er, with a cheerful expression, approached the Holy Envoy’s residence.
Her footsteps were measured, yet her heart hammered fiercely within her chest, an unrelenting storm cloaked beneath a fragile veil of calm.
A day had passed since she had knelt before Zhao Fan, offering what she once swore never to yield... her mouth, her dignity folded ...
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