◈     ◈     ◈ The youth seemed about fifteen or sixteen of age. His complexion was white as jade, and his brows and eyes were black as ink. His bright eyes were half-closed, and there was a faintly […]

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◈     ◈     ◈ There was a chill in that pair of eyes. The fuming Mo Yao disciple instantly flinched and subconsciously took two steps back. The gentle disciple at the side put aside his brush, stood up, […]

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◈     ◈     ◈ The palm was full of warmth. When it came into contact with Rong Bai’s fingers, its heat flowed effortlessly into Rong Bai. For many years, no one had dared to touch these hands of […]

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Song Ci was perplexed. His first reaction was that those two must be up to no good.　 Rong Bai had his own matters to attend to, while Wen Changchu had his own purposes. Neither of […]

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◈     ◈     ◈ The ears of a fox and a wolf were rather sensitive to sounds. But this sound was obviously not quite right. Song Ci dug his feet into the ground and refused to move. He […]

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◈     ◈     ◈ Rong Bai stood at the entrance, with half of his body bathed in moonlight and the other half cloaked under the candlelight. The yellowish lantern in his hand gave off a soft light in […]

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◈     ◈     ◈ ​ The place ​that Song Ci spoke of was the mountain ​behind Mo​ Y​ao, where ​demons were held​ captive​. Unfortunately, neither of them knew the way there, so they had to put their plans […]

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◈     ◈     ◈ Song Ci felt a roaring in his ears as he looked at the statue, spellbound. In the faraway lands of Xi Liang, there was a gentle and happy-go-lucky Ninth Prince of the Imperial Wen […]

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◈     ◈     ◈ “I remember that you can summon and retract this blade. Show it to me now.” Rong Bai told him. Rong Bai’s speech had always been neutral, but under this silent moonlight, Song Ci inevitably […]

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