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Fei Yu was dead, dead in front of her eyes.

She saw Flying Feather, and so did Flying Feather.

Without making any noise, she only faintly smiled at her, not even saying a word.

Because she couldn't say it.

Looking at her hands, she felt weak.

She was so weak that she couldn't protect herself. Weak to the point that even a small setback could easily knock her down