"You... You're..."
On the high platform, Zhao Cheng stared at Chen Yuexi. Her face was a mask of ice, her sword gleamed like a captured rainbow, and the sheer force of her presence was an invisible weight crushing down on him. His legs began to tremble.
How was this possible?
When Chen Yuexi had arrived in Blackwater City just a few days ago, he had seen a cripple whose power was draining away by the hour. Her cultivation was on the verge of
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