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A waning moon hung in the sky, Tian Yu, casting silvery moonlight down, which in turn bathed Ye Xuan as if he was an Immortal under the moon.
Facing the moonlight and treading the snow-covered ground, Ye Xuan walked leisurely, his expression serene, with no ripple of emotion in his eyes for the severely injured Liu Jundie and the others; they failed to stir the slightest turbulence in his heart.
Heartlessness of the Six Desires, merciless extermination—that was always Ye Xuan's style.
Yet today, in dealing with the likes of Liu Jundie, Ye Xuan had shown restraint, it wasn't that he had grown soft-hearted, but there were certain things better left not pushed to the end.
Although he was a cultivator and also known as the Undying Venerable, believing in the supremacy of the powerful, he was likewise a son of Xia Country. The land had nurtured him, and he had no desire to stand opposed to Xia Country.
