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"What's there to fear? Can't I avenge my own son? Anyone who tries to stop me will be shown no mercy!"
Yin Yunru's voice was filled with murderous intent as she glared at Yang Dingtian and spat out, "You stay in the Sect and find a way to heal Qi Chen's injuries, especially his vital regions. We can't let the Yang Family and Wuji Sect die out. I'll handle the rest!"
"All right, be careful!"
Yang Dingtian's gaze flickered as he nodded.
"Rest assured, what can mere mortals do to me?"
Yin Yunru stated disdainfully, oblivious to the heavy price she would soon pay for her arrogance.
China, Yanjing.
Within the Lan Family of the Eight Great Families, in the grand hall, Lan Xuande sat in the seat of honor. Beside him, an elder dressed in a white robe, with hair as white as a crane's and a face of eternal youth, exuded an air that seemed detached from the mortal world, embodying the very image of a hermit with a transcendent aura, clearly a peerless master.
