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With a thunderous roar!
It was as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sky, and the downpour had halted.
At this moment, as the sun rose from the east, the sky, ablaze with crimson, seemed to split open, allowing a beam of compassionate Buddha light to fall upon the peak of Sacred Mountain and illuminate the two sorrowful figures.
Long Ling stood frozen in place.
A hint of bewilderment and pain surfaced in her eyes, which were filled with fury.
Scalding tears trickled down the corners of her eyes.
Because Long Que's sword had not been aimed at her at all.
It had grazed past her hair.
The movement was so gentle.
Just like when they used to spar in the yard.
Her sword always glided by his cheek.
