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... n the distance, layers upon layers of stairs coiled upward like a great serpent, holding aloft a solitary, gray dais.
Atop the dais, on a blood-red throne—the only object with any color—a blurry figure was reclining. Its face was perpetually hidden within a gray shadow so thick it was impenetrable, impossible to see clearly.
Though the figure remained silent, its gaze felt like countless tangible threads, winding around him, meticulously tracing Qin Feng’s form at the foot of the ...
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