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... of the ancestral tombstone, still consumed by rising flames, a scorching wind carried the heat, rustling and crackling as it spread.
Su Bei stood with his hands clasped behind his back, head bowed and brow furrowed. Beneath the crimson clouds, his black hair fluttered, lending him an ethereal, immortal-like air.
At his words, everyone turned to Su Bei in astonishment, but he remained indifferent.
From beginning to end, not the slightest ripple disturbed Su Bei’s expressi ...
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