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In the dimly lit room, Ye Lan stared silently at the dishes on the table, the expression on her face had all but faded, leaving only an unshakable indifference.
Just earlier at the meeting of the Eight Peaks, she had brought up a few matters.
Yet, not even a full day had passed before someone else stepped into this small courtyard once again.
As a cold light sparked in Ye Lan's eyes, the shadows of the candles in the room suddenly stopped flickering, frozen on the walls, making the entire courtyard seem void and disconnected from the world.
The large tree in the courtyard, lush with leaves, ceased its rustling sounds abruptly.
Shadows of leaves on the ground gradually took on the shape of swords.
In the space of a breath, the two old men following Liu Ruifeng were soaked in cold sweat, feeling as if thorns were pressed against their backs, their loose facial skin trembling uncontrollably.
In contrast,
