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A golden seal condensed in the center of Ye Wen's palm. The Rune was as complex as an old tree's intertwined roots, but the light patterns were distinct, giving off a mysterious Qi that was hard to describe.
"I've waited ten years for this day. How can I allow you to destroy it?"
Ye Hen's fingers clenched into a fist and squeezed the bright golden Dharma Seal to pieces. Then