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Time was too thin, and the gaps between his fingers were too wide. Ten days had quietly passed.

In a room in the Chixiao Martial School's medical area, a figure sat upright on the ground as if an old monk, enveloped in a brilliant golden light.

Upon closer inspection, it was a fifteen or sixteen year old boy. He had black hair, a magnificent appearance, and a resolute expression

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