Zhou Yuting went to find Dong Xiaoxin, while Mi Lan pushed open the window and looked out at the starlit sky.
The sky flickered with an inexplicable sacred rhyme swirling about—that was the arena forged by Yin Quanfeng and the others. Further south, past the distant lights, was that the East Sea?
A cold wind blew in from outside the window, sending a slight chill through his body and adding a touch of solitude.
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