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Ling Ziqing was wearing a white robe and was standing beside the stone monument. He was carefully cleaning the dust on the stone monument's handwriting with a handkerchief.

The assassin held the scimitar in his hand as he crossed his arms in deep thought. The breeze fluttered his robe, revealing his unruly and unrestrained emotions.

Soong Xijiao looked around and suddenly felt that perhaps