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"Ssssssss ~ ~ ~"

This was a wave of burnt smell, not from the burnt feathers but from Hua Qianqiu's burnt palm.

The feather directly pierced through his palm, but there was no blood wherever it passed. Instead, it had become a charred black hole.

The feather was reduced to ashes.

If not for the fact that he personally came into contact with this feather