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... black azure eyes never once left the figure lying in a pool of blood.
The middle aged man's white robe, once pristine, was now shredded by countless sword slashes.Stained entirely in his own crimson. Blood pooled beneath him, seeping into the floor, turning red what had once been pure.
As Yuan approached, the dying man stirred.
His voice came as a faint, broken whisper,barely audible to the average mortal.
But Yuan heard it.
"Why... me? Why is it always.. ...
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