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As they spoke, Su Ling looked towards Weiyue Yan, who had been calmly staring at her.
"Let everyone have a look."
Weiyue Yan's long hair was knotted into a sharp bun at the back, affixed with a golden pen. She was tall and slender, with a white cheongsam patterned with a few red plum blossoms, exuding a rare and chill beauty.
At Su Ling's words, Weiyue Yan nodded lightly. She stood up, removed the golden pen from her hair, letting her hair fall loose. It was then that people noticed the golden pen in her hand had a very strange design: the cap was shaped like a pale golden swallow, nailed to the cap with steel pegs, but it had the face of a young boy whose eyes had been gouged out, who was now painfully howling, his teeth and tongue finely detailed.
The people exchanged glances, many showing incomprehensible expressions, but even more became excited and strange.
"Where did you get that pen from?"
