After a moment of silent contemplation, Xuan Xiao opened his eyes and swept his hand before him. This time, his expression was grave, and his gaze carried a hint of solemnity.
With a sweep of his hand that took almost the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, rings of afterimages rapidly emerged in succession.
When the tenth afterimage appeared, Xuan Xiao was drenched in sweat and panting heavily, his hands completely numb.
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