Then the second type was probably some kind of black metal, with the words "metal material" written underneath, and its composition was likewise unknown.
Yet now, the reality was right before their eyes—those one hundred and seventeen city tablets lay quietly on the ground, covered in countless fractures and scorch marks. Such was the reality; how could anyone bear to ponder the story behind it?
Nangong Hao felt that the spot where Yu Kexin had fallen seemed somewhat strange. He crouched down and touched the ground with his hand where she had fallen.
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