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This single glance seemed to traverse ten thousand years, freezing time and space itself, leaving nothing in the Wuyuan Palace, neither person nor event; an eerie silence prevailed.
Words could not describe the sensation of that moment.
Shi Xiaole felt an intense rush of blood to his head, his pores dilating to their limits, his heart swelling as if it were about to burst. He opened his mouth to shout but found he could not make a sound, as if his throat was blocked.
For a very long time, Shi Xiaole had been searching for Shi Xuanzhong, hearing tales of his deeds and legends. Now, looking into these eyes, a surge of emotions overwhelmed his heart, leaving his mind in utter disarray, unable to sort through his feelings.
"This aura... are you his successor?"
