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At this time, the sky had only just turned bright and was suffused with a faint light.

Light shone onto the posterior mountain, illuminating that slender figure.

Feng Ling Jue stood against the wind.

The Adept Tai Qing stared fixedly at Feng Lingju, his gaze as sharp as a sword, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

Feeling that sharp gaze, the corner of Feng Ling Jue's mouth twitched