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... dense fog.
Without the sun, moon, or stars for reference, it was impossible to distinguish day from night, and the passage of time was as inscrutable as the human heart.
Pang Jian occasionally stood at the third-floor window, coldly watching the dramatic changes in everyone’s emotions.
Every once in a while, the expressions on the faces of the disciples from Sword Tower and Black Valley, and the meanings in their eyes, would undergo an astonishing transformation.
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