Clearly, despite always being composed and aloof, Mingyi had, from some point onward, taken to letting his imagination run wild.
Lishang sat high upon the main seat, looking down with condescending detachment at Xie Yin, his gaze filled not only with icy coldness but also with utter contempt, as if Xie Yin were beneath his notice.
Looking up from the foot of the mountain, one could see black mists gathering so thickly they seemed almost tangible, accompanied by faint, incessant sounds of begging for mercy, wailing, and violent, ferocious shrieks.
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