Lu Wei’s eyes went wide. The brief flicker of hope in his chest was viciously snuffed out.
"So there is a Ninth-grade Spiritual Celestial," he rasped. "It’s just… it’s not me…"
For someone who had, for a fleeting moment, been a "Ninth-grade Spiritual Celestial," the fall was too great to bear.
A violent surge of blood rose in his throat. He choked, spitting a crimson spray across the flagstones before collapsing, his body wracked with
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