On the moat of Tushan.
Tushan Yaya sat alone atop the city wall, holding a wooden mask in her hand and staring blankly ahead.
More than a year ago, when she finally emerged from seclusion, believing her glacial demonic power had advanced and feeling full of confidence to challenge Yang Qingyuan to a duel, Tushan Rongrong's words had instantly plunged her heart into an ice cellar.
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