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... endless blanket of snow and wind, this place had transformed into a world of pure white.
This vast, immaculate whiteness was the sole tone of this world.
At this moment.
At the peak of Baiyu Capital Holy Mountain, amidst the sprawling palace complex, there stood a relatively secluded pavilion.
This was the newly restored Saintess Pavilion.
Fang Qingzhu stood silently, her head lowered, her eyes devoid of any spark. She resembled a lifeless puppet. This li ...
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