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"Sanlang." Su Luo rested her head on Yan Xiuchuan's chest. Only then did she feel a little less cold. "Will we end up like Chuanzi, repeating death year after year?"

"No," Yan Xiuchuan replied firmly. "Since Elder Sunn brought us here, he must have wanted us to help him with something."

"But he's gone now. What can we possibly do for him?" For the first time