Twilight melted into dark gold at the edges of the islands.
Suddenly, Song Ji, who was leaning on Li Li’s shoulder, let out a very faint, choked cough. His knuckles turned white from exertion, yet he still stubbornly hooked his fingers into the jade pendant at her waist.
In the distance, the roar of magic treasures colliding rolled like muffled thunder. Hengjue’s slender hands grew sharp claws, scraping against the Buddhist prayer beads in Jiqing’s grasp to send up a spray of fine sparks.
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