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The wind blew against his pale, bloodless face. Snow fluttered in the wind. Shen Qingchen was expressionless, and quickly flew towards the direction of the extreme lands.

Snow was drifting into his collar, and a cold wind was blowing into his thin clothes.

"He died a long time ago! Died in a place no one could find! "

The Demon Monarch's words still lingered in his ears