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Old Chief and everyone else was focused on the door to the Willbound Spire. Lu Yin’s time had already expired, but no one had mentioned it yet.
Yue Ya paid no heed to wasting a bit of time if it meant threatening the High Seraph. It was only enough time for a stick of incense to burn. That amount was trivial if Yue Ya could somehow prevent the High Seraph from reaching the palace.
In Yue Ya’s perspective, such time meant nothing. In contrast, that little bit of time was vitally important to Lu Yin.
Lu Yin’s mind was in the mysterious dark space, and he was hurrying about, searching for orbs of light.
He saw one light after another, but most of them were quite dim. Given the strength of Lu Yin’s consciousness, even Old Chief’s light would have appeared dim, but it would still be relatively bright.
Lu Yin continued to roam about as he doggedly searched for the ball of light that represented Old Chief.
Yanbo Haomiao returned to the Willbound Spire, and he arrived at the bottom of the cliff. He immediately rose upwards. “Mo Shang, are you truly determined to suffer the Greater Sancti’s punishment?”
The High Seraph completely ignored the man and took another step forward.
Given his proximity to the palace, each step that the High Seraph took required him to endure extraordinary pressure from the memories.
The High Seraph’s expression suddenly changed, and he crouched low. He was dealing with another...
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