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... oamed the surroundings. Most of the Silver Dragon soldiers were resting.
“Master, look! The snow eagles of Snow Eagle Hall!”
The twelve innate masters of Qing Hu Island were having a meal outside. They had just cremated Elder Lian, and had gathered the dead’s remains.
“Snow eagles?”
Everyone set down their chopsticks and cups, tilting their heads towards the sky. Five monstrous eagles were soaring in circles high above their heads. With the powerful eyesig ...
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