Amidst this harmonious and lively atmosphere, no one noticed that right in the middle of Li Pingyi's forehead, the lotus mark that had always rested quietly like a mere decoration flashed with an imperceptible glimmer, completely without warning, and then quickly faded away again as if it were nothing more than an illusion under the sunlight.
The next instant.
A familiar yet terrifying, completely emotionless, monosyllabic intent plunged crudely into Li Pingyi's mind like an ice-cold probe.
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