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... thin the disarray of the Five Blessings Tower,

“Old Lady Fox Bone~ is there any hope of saving them?”

The Pig-Mouthed Taoist yelled loudly.

He was urging an old woman who had a jade belt tied around her head and her face painted with black peach-blossom makeup.

“There is hope~ there is hope~”

The old woman held a six-inch-long steel nail in one hand and a needle spindle in the other, standing amidst the charred remains scattered on the ground.

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