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The figure clad in a black robe finished repairing the formation method and sat silently at the edge of the Blood Pool.
Yet he was never able to settle into meditation.
"My heart's blood is restless."
He opened his eyes and did not ignore this fleeting impulse, as Divine Sense continuously scanned the area within nearly a hundred meters, recalling all the incidents he had encountered these days, but to no avail.
"Could it be that the elders in my clan have suffered a defeat at the frontline?"
A chill went through the heart of the man in the black robe.
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Several hundred miles southeast,
the Qixuan Secret Cave, naturally formed and later artificially modified, had become an incredibly complex underground maze of caverns where many from Jianghu fought and contended. It was not unusual for blood to be shed among Xiantian martial artists.
