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Fei Lei City.
At the City Lord's Mansion, under the octagonal heavy eaves.
Rain intermingled with wind, the world blurred, distant cold mountains entwined with mist, resembling a landscape painting smeared by splashed ink.
Cao Guang had changed into a clean, splendidly embroidered dress, adorned with gold and silver, standing with his hands behind his back atop the city tower.
His eyes were deep, as if concealing sharp blades.
A figure appeared dimly, with fluctuating breath, a knife hanging at his waist, brewing with immense knife energy. It was Cao Guang's son, Cao Qingyuan.
"Have you found your uncle's body?"
Cao Guang looked through the curtain of rain, speaking faintly.
Cao Qingyuan's face was cold, a flicker of sorrow in his eyes. He shook his head, "We haven't found it. The overnight rain has washed away too many traces, we couldn't find the uncle's body, only pieces of exploded flesh scattered around..."
"Pieces of flesh..."
