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The rain had once again soiled her white robe, and the divine sword, clear and beautiful, was gripped in her hand as wisps of insubstantial clouds began to swirl around her anew.
In silence, Ming Qi Tian brandished her sword as she gazed at the face before her, majestic and otherworldly, as if searching for a trace of familiarity. But within those golden pupils, there was only absolute indifference.
Her lips tightened as she held her sword horizontally.... In a single thought, she could extinguish all the Heart Spirit Realm within this body.
Ming Yun had guessed Pei Ye's intention the moment he failed to grasp onto him. Now, he had truly settled all matters and sacrificed everything.
A pair of majesstic golden Irises suddenly invaded her consciousness, but they shattered and dissipated almost immediately, and during this process, Ming Qi Tian vividly felt the lingering presence of the boy.
