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... just stood gazing at Chen Xijun’s retreating figure, his eyes gleaming with a hint of admiration.
"Gu Shaoqing from the Six Fan Sect? A rare disciple of Taoism whose cultivation realm is only higher than mine, not lower! If he insists on pursuing me, a great battle is inevitable tonight!" Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself as he left the morgue.
The night was as dark as ink, and a crescent moon hung high.
The cold, deserted streets echoed with chilling, deathly stillness. < ...
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