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... ncient spiritual veins. Qin Ting stood in his private sanctum, a chamber carved from starstone and inlaid with runes that shimmered like captured constellations.
The faint glow of predawn light illuminated the space. Beyond the arched windows, mist curled around jagged peaks, their silhouettes sharp against a sky bruised with morning's first hues.
Qin Ting exhaled, his breath a fleeting wisp of vapor in the cool air. Refining Ling Lao's soul had been a crucible of will and precis ...
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