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The deadly silence filled the entire hall, dissipating after a long while.
The sceneries of Yan Capital, the fierce battles of Li Yan, formidable manifestations like the Feather Lord's sky-shading feather, Fierce Hate Parting's ritual mask, and Feng Yi's raging Yellow River—all were suppressed by a touch of uncompetitive dead white, so much so that at the time of settlement, within the interplay of light and shadow, nothing remained except this stroke of white.
Before leaving, Lady Dan reshaped Liang Ye's flesh and then slipped into the Copper Coin.
The myriad oddities simmering at midnight, the divine sightings at the Goddess Temple, and the colorful lights of the Yan Fu Heritage were no small shock to Lady Dan.
Within just a few days, Li Yan had first frantically fled and later faced the natural disaster of the "fruit falling." He had no leisure to consider what sort of growth Lady Dan might have achieved.
He looked around, with Cha Xiaodao sitting to his right.
