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There was no joy of victory in battle, only deep reflection. Had it not been for Little Yanyan's sudden outburst, they would have been the ones lying here. Even if their blood had been drained and the scorching sun blazed down, not a single person would've come to collect their bodies.
To win was to bask in momentary glory, to lose was to lie abandoned in desolation.
"Are we just going to leave these people be?" Duanmu Tuo frowned, turning to look at the Lou family members who were warily watching them.
"Cut the grass to remove its roots, eradicate future troubles." Zhiyan articulated each word, the corners of her lips curving into a sinister arc. At that moment, she emitted a chill aura akin to a demon from hell, causing Ye Wen and the others to shudder.
Zhiyan disregarded their reactions, her figure darting forward as she cast out the silver needle, aiming for a low-ranking advanced-level Sage.
