In the desolate night, even the warm breeze grew sorrowful. The swallowtail butterfly on the tip of your hair had long since drifted away on the wind; the light I gave you was carved into those crimson pupils. You would read the poem I left behind, pierce through the profound night, and touch the neon rainbow.
Feitao opened her eyes to an empty expanse around her. Slowly propping herself up, she realized she had been in the middle of researching the Flying Thunder God.
The Flying Thunder God should not just be about sheer speed; fundamentally, it was about spatial displacement. Therefore, if she truly mastered it, she would be able to pass right through that wall. This was the study plan she had set for herself.
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