A deep valley was shrouded in thick fog, with jagged rocks looming vaguely in the mist. A lean figure knelt on the damp stone; the sharp edges of the rock had already pierced his knees and drawn blood, yet he seemed completely unaware.
"Master, this disciple is not resigned to this!"
Ji Wushang raised his head, his handsome face distorted by hatred. Wild flames danced in his crimson eyes, and he gnashed his teeth so hard they clicked.
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