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When the crowd dispersed, Su Qingyue's complexion suddenly turned pale. She endured the blood in her throat and the wound on her hand. Perhaps it was because she had just grasped the iron chain and had been cut again. She began to tremble slightly.

Her surroundings were still shrouded in miasma. Su Qingyue furrowed her brows. This miasma, wasn't it a little too thick?

He didn't know why