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... ing in the pavilion of the inner courtyard, was suddenly overcome by a sense of foreboding, a chilling sensation running down his spine.
Even ordinary Martial Artists would sometimes feel a premonition when danger approached—so how could he, a cultivator, not sense it?
Yet the warning came too late; just as the thought entered his mind, he heard the rush of countless objects slicing through the air all around him.
Countless crossbow arrows ripped through the lush garden f ...
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