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Yun Nuo picked up the spirit flute as if she was thinking about something.

Then, he raised his head to look at another mountain peak.

Su Yan's white figure could be faintly seen on the towering cliff.

Jun Mo Li was long gone.

He frowned slightly and looked at the clouds in the distance that had yet to disperse.

He sighed softly.

He tossed the flute in his hand into the air