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A day later, in the city of Beidou, Nalan Qiankun's avatar entered a meditative state to recuperate from his injuries. His main body stepped toward a patch of fog within the palace, where the papier-mache Yanluo Court was located. Countless shadow cursed effigies were trapped within.
"Xiao Nanfeng must have snuck into Beidou in order to search for Lu Yan, considering he didn't try to excavate my draconic veins. Lu Yan's nothing more than a pile of ashes now, so he could never have succeeded." Nalan Qiankun smirked.
"We were all mistaken. That blood peach tree was just an illusion. That was another king of the Yanluo Courts," the paper figure said.
"Oh?" Nalan Qiankun sounded perplexed.
"Just like me, it used to control a Yanluo Court in the past. It must not have regained its memories of that time—that was how it ended up under the control of the spirits' Imperial Court. The Yanluo lords can transform their appearances. It became a blood peach tree, and then a peach branch," the paper figure said.
"Is it dangerous?" Nalan Qiankun asked.
"Not particularly. It's very weak, and all it can do is leech off Xiao Nanfeng's spoils. That said, I am a little worried," the paper figure said.
"What about?"
"The ten Yanluo lords have abilities that counteract one another, and I'm concerned that it's the one that's opposed to me. It was silent, as though worried I would discover its identity." The paper figure frowne...
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