Shen Heting's footsteps were too hurried, as if he hadn't heard a thing, and he vanished around the corner.
In the bronze crane censer of Qiyun Palace, the borneol incense had long since burned down to ashes, leaving only wisps of pale smoke spiraling among the pillars and beams.
Shen Qingxu woke up. The pain in his body had miraculously vanished; his complexion was still pale, but a vital spark had returned to his eyes.
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