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... n a certain moment, the Fusang Saintess spat out a mouthful of blood, her beautiful face suddenly turning extremely ashen, with her hair dry and gray.
Even more terrifying, her vitality was being drained at an alarming speed, like a flooding river, unstoppable, swiftly leading her toward death.
The Fusang Saintess of this era quietly observed all of this.
She grieved over the waning life.
This is the path of the Fusang Saintess: when the chosen person dies, the Fu ...
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