A serene and fragrant place within the Saint Sect.
This location lies far from the bustling heart of the Saint Sect, secluded at a remote corner of the sect. Below the steep cliffs of towering peaks, waves crash ceaselessly against the rocks.
Facing the sea, with spring blossoms blooming all around.
This is a place that nurtures the soul, a sanctuary where one can forget pain, return to nature, and hold fast to one’s true self.
Yet at this moment, atop the mountain, a young man stands facing the sea. The gentle sea breeze lifts strands of his long hair, and his once firm and determined face now bears signs of exhaustion.
Those eyes, which once gleamed with vitality, are now dim and filled with resentment.
“Ahh…”
The boy faces the sea and lets out a loud roar to the sky, venting his inner frustration.
The crashing waves against the cliffs seem to echo his cry.
The youth collapses to his knees, his hands gripping the earth tightly. Blood seeps from his fingertips from the force of his grasp.
“A useless wretch, always a wretch. Even a stone dares to mock me.” The boy is Tianyu, an inner sect disciple who was once a prodigy, but was reduced to this state after being struck by the palm of a rival sect’s outstanding genius during the recent trial in the forbidden area, shattering his cultivation base while saving his senior brother.
Tianyu pounds the ground in anguish, tears streaming down his face.
Although the sect has not abandoned him, he cannot overcome the burden within his heart.
His senior brothers still treat him kindly, yet he cannot bear the weight of this blow.
Once a celebrated genius of the inner sect, now reduced to a powerless cripple. Every time he sees disciples who once looked up to him, he senses pity in their eyes.
They pity him.
“No…!” Tianyu howls to the heavens. He doesn’t want pity—he wants to restore his foundation, no matter the cost.
As long as there is hope, there is a future. One day, he will rise again to the peak.
But now, he is a broken man, with not even a glimmer of hope.
“Young man, your emotions are intense,” a calm voice suddenly drifts from afar.
“Who’s there?” Tianyu snaps, turning his head sharply.
Lin Fan had descended from the Jialan Peak, enjoying the company of blooming flowers, when he caught the scent of sea breeze and made his way here.
Upon arriving, he saw a disciple pouring out his anguish. The bitter aura in the air was palpable.
Standing there, Lin Fan could deeply sense it.
“Are you here to pity me? Get lost! I, Tianyu, need no one’s pity!” Tianyu roared, his emotions surging, his expression twisted with rage.
At this moment, he wanted no company, no pity.
He was a warrior, not a weakling.
“You had your cultivation base destroyed. If given another chance, would you still save your senior brother?” Lin Fan, having already recognized who this was, asked calmly.
He remembered the disciple carried off the boat that day.
According to rumors, the sect’s recent trial in the forbidden area had been disastrous—one of its inner sect prodigies had his foundation shattered, and the sect was powerless to help.
For anyone, falling from the heights of glory into the abyss of ruin, with no hope of recovery, is unbearable.
How much more so for a young prodigy like him?
Having endured countless battles, he had never felt the despair of falling into hell—until now. Naturally, he couldn’t accept it.
“Who exactly are you? Get out of here now!” Tianyu, overwhelmed with emotion, could not hear a word.
As Lin Fan approached, he had the system scan the youth.
He couldn’t help but admit—this was a genius.
The cultivation level floating above his forehead suggested a promising future if things had gone smoothly.
But behind that cultivation level was a single word…
“Destroyed.”
“Would you still save him?” Lin Fan asked again, ignoring the youth’s anger.
Tianyu let out a bitter laugh, as if mocking himself.
“Save? Of course I would. Is that your answer? Then leave.” Tianyu suddenly lifted his head, his eyes flashing like a wild beast. He wanted no company now.
He couldn’t bear to see pity in anyone’s eyes again.
Lin Fan’s usual playful demeanor was gone, replaced by a solemn expression, like a hermit sage observing Tianyu. His eyes were calm, yet they seemed to pierce through everything, reaching deep into Tianyu’s soul.
“Let me tell you a story,” Lin Fan said gently.
Tianyu lowered his head in silence, already forgetting the presence before him. Like a pile of mud, he slumped to the ground, his eyes empty as he gazed into the distance, as if questioning why he still lived.
“There is a legend of a village called Stone Village deep in the Cangmang Mountains of the Great Wastelands. In this village lived a boy named Shi Hao…”
Lin Fan’s voice was low and steady, weaving a tale meant to stir the soul.
Since leaving Tianfu Academy, Lin Fan had rarely told such stories. But seeing this broken disciple, he felt the need to help.
More importantly, he wanted to take this youth as his third flute-playing apprentice, to serve him.
In a serene and picturesque corner of the Sacred Sect, far from its bustling areas, lies a place where the melodies of birds and the fragrance of flowers fill the air. Nestled beneath steep cliffs, the roaring waves of the sea crash against the rocks.
Facing the sea, with spring in full bloom, this place is a sanctuary that nurtures the soul, allowing one to forget pain, return to nature, and hold onto one’s true self.
However, at this moment, atop the mountain peak, a young man stands facing the sea. The gentle sea breeze tousles his long hair, and his once resolute face now appears haggard. His eyes, which should have been full of life, gradually dim, filled with a sense of unwillingness.
“Ah…”
The young man roars towards the sky, venting his frustration. The sound of the waves crashing against the cliffs seems to echo his cries.
He kneels on the ground, his hands tightly gripping the earth, his fingers bleeding from the force.
“A cripple, always a cripple. Even a stone can bully me now,” the young man mutters. He is Tianyu, an inner disciple of the sect who, during a recent expedition to the forbidden land, had his foundation destroyed by a prodigy from another sect while trying to save his senior brother.
Tianyu pounds the ground in frustration, tears streaming down his face.
Though the sect has not abandoned him, he cannot overcome the barrier in his heart. His senior brothers still treat him well, but he cannot bear the weight of this blow.
Once a revered inner disciple, he has now become a powerless cripple. Whenever he sees the disciples who once looked up to him, he can see a hint of pity in their eyes.
They pity him.
“No…” Tianyu howls at the sky. He does not need anyone’s pity. He wants to restore his foundation, even if it costs him everything.
Where there is hope, there is a future. One day, he will return to his peak.
But now, as a cripple, even a glimmer of hope seems out of reach.
“Young man, your emotions are intense,” a voice suddenly echoes from afar.
“Who’s there?” Tianyu turns sharply.
Lin Fan descends from the Jialan Peak, having enjoyed the company of blooming flowers. When he catches the scent of the sea breeze, he heads in this direction.
Upon arrival, he sees a disciple venting his emotions, the air thick with his unwillingness.
Standing there, Lin Fan can deeply feel it.
“Are you here to pity me? Get lost! I, Tianyu, don’t need anyone’s pity…” Tianyu’s emotions are volatile, his face twisted in anger as he shouts at Lin Fan.
At this moment, Tianyu wants no company, no pity.
He is a strong man, not a weakling.
“If your foundation were destroyed again, would you still save your senior brother?” Lin Fan asks, recognizing the young man.
He was the disciple carried off the ark that day.
According to rumors, the recent expedition to the forbidden land was disastrous, with an inner disciple’s foundation destroyed beyond repair.
For anyone, falling from grace to disgrace, with no hope of redemption, is unbearable.
Especially for a young prodigy like him.
Having experienced fierce battles but never the feeling of falling into hell, it’s impossible for him to come to terms with it now.
“Who are you? Get out of here!” Tianyu’s emotions are still volatile, unwilling to listen.
As Lin Fan walks over, he has the system analyze the young man.
He has to admit, this is a genius.
The cultivation level floating above his forehead suggests a limitless future if things go smoothly.
But there’s another word following that cultivation level.
“Destroyed.”
“Would you save him?” Lin Fan asks again, ignoring the young man’s anger.
Tianyu laughs coldly, as if mocking himself.
“Save? Why wouldn’t I? That’s your answer. Now, get lost!” Tianyu raises his head, his eyes gleaming with a beastly ferocity. He wants to see no one now.
He doesn’t want to see the pity in their eyes.
Lin Fan’s usual playful expression is gone, replaced by a serious demeanor, like a sage looking at Tianyu. His eyes are neither sad nor happy, but they shimmer with a divine light, as if they can see through everything, piercing Tianyu’s heart.
“Shall I tell you a story?” Lin Fan speaks slowly.
Tianyu remains silent, ignoring the man before him, lying on the ground like a lump of mud, his eyes vacant, as if pondering the purpose of his existence.
“Legend has it that in the desolate lands, within the vast mountains, there is a village called Stone Village. In this village, there was a young man named Shi Hao…”
Lin Fan’s voice is low and steady, narrating another tale of inspiration.
Since leaving the Tianfu Academy, Lin Fan has rarely told such stories. But seeing this crippled disciple, he feels compelled to offer some salvation.
Most importantly, he wants to take him under his wing as his third flute-playing disciple, to serve him.
The Supreme Bone, a talent unparalleled in the world, a true prodigy.
Tianyu initially doesn’t want to listen, but he lies there quietly, his eyes flickering with a faint light.
From rejection, he gradually begins to listen.
When he hears about the Supreme Bone being taken by his clansmen, reducing him to a cripple, his emotions stir.
Lin Fan’s storytelling is concise, focusing only on the key points, a hallmark of his inspirational tales.
One incense stick.
Three incense sticks pass.
Tianyu seems immersed in Lin Fan’s story, unable to extricate himself. He sits up, his eyes fixed on Lin Fan.
“Without destruction, there can be no creation. After destruction, comes rebirth. The Supreme Bone reforms, achieving the highest realm…”
Lin Fan’s story reaches its conclusion.
This time, Lin Fan has gone all out, using all his skills as a life coach. His words, like a demon’s chant, seep into the heart.
Tianyu is no longer as agitated, his emotions gradually stabilizing, repeating Lin Fan’s final words.
“Without destruction, there can be no creation. After destruction, comes rebirth.”
“Without destruction, there can be no creation. After destruction, comes rebirth.”
…
Tianyu looks at Lin Fan with longing, “Can my foundation be restored like his?”
Lin Fan smiles lightly, his gaze fixed on the void, as if seeing through layers of illusion. His hands behind his back, his tone leaves no room for doubt.
“In my presence, nothing is impossible.”
…
Tianyu’s expression gradually changes, “Please, senior, help me.”
…
Lin Fan smiles, then laughs heartily, tossing a “Great Mortal Pill” to Tianyu, “This pill is my gift to you, to restore your confidence. Remember, I am Lin Fan, the sect master of the Nameless Peak’s Sacred Demon Sect. After you take it, decide whether to seek me out.”
…
Mysterious in arrival, carefree in departure.
The image of him leaving without taking a single cloud deeply imprints itself in Tianyu’s heart, planting a seed waiting to sprout.
Tianyu gazes at the pill in his hand, gripping it tightly, his eyes filled with determination.
“Without destruction, there can be no creation. After destruction, comes rebirth.”
I will return to my peak, and walk the path to the summit once more.
The Sacred Demon Sect of the Nameless Peak…
On his way back, Lin Fan smiles faintly, this act, full marks.
Tianyu had no intention of listening at first, but now he lay silently, his eyes flickering with a faint light.
From refusal, he slowly began to listen.
In a serene and picturesque corner of the Sacred Sect, far from its bustling areas, lies a place where birds sing and flowers bloom. Nestled beneath steep cliffs, the roaring waves crash against the rocks.
Facing the sea, with spring in full bloom, this is a nurturing haven where one can forget their pain, return to nature, and hold onto their true self.
Yet, at this moment, atop the cliff, a young man stands facing the sea. The gentle sea breeze tousles his long hair, but his once resolute face now bears the marks of exhaustion. His once bright eyes have dimmed, filled with unwillingness.
“Ah…”
The young man roars towards the sky, venting his frustration. The sound of the waves crashing against the cliffs seems to echo his cries.
He collapses to his knees, gripping the ground tightly, his fingers bleeding from the force.
“A cripple, forever a cripple. Even a stone can mock me,” he mutters. This young man is Tianyu, an inner disciple who, during a recent expedition to the forbidden lands, had his foundation destroyed by a prodigy from another sect while trying to save his senior brother.
Though the sect has not abandoned him, he cannot overcome the barrier in his heart. His senior brothers still treat him well, but he cannot bear the weight of this blow. Once a revered inner disciple, now reduced to a powerless cripple, he sees pity in the eyes of those who once looked up to him.
“No…” Tianyu howls to the sky. He needs no pity. He wants to restore his foundation, even if it costs him everything.
Where there is hope, there is a future. One day, he will return to his peak.
But now, as a cripple, even a glimmer of hope seems out of reach.
“Young man, your emotions are intense,” a voice suddenly echoes from afar.
“Who’s there?” Tianyu turns sharply.
Lin Fan descends from the Jialan Peak, having enjoyed the embrace of flowers. Sensing the sea breeze, he heads in this direction. Upon arrival, he sees a disciple venting his frustration, the air thick with unwillingness.
Standing there, Lin Fan deeply feels the emotion.
“Are you here to pity me? Get lost! Tianyu needs no one’s pity,” Tianyu roars, his emotions volatile.
At this moment, Tianyu wants no company, no pity. He is a strong man, not a weakling.
“If your foundation were destroyed again, would you still save your senior brother?” Lin Fan recognizes the young man. He was the disciple carried off the Ark that day.
According to rumors, the expedition to the forbidden lands was disastrous, with an inner prodigy’s foundation destroyed, and the sect unable to reverse it.
For anyone, falling from grace and being unable to rise again is unbearable, especially for a young prodigy like Tianyu.
Having experienced brutal battles but never the feeling of falling into hell, it’s no wonder he cannot find clarity.
“Who are you? Get out of here,” Tianyu’s emotions are too volatile to listen.
Lin Fan, having observed him, lets the system analyze him. He has to admit, Tianyu is a genius. The cultivation level floating above his forehead suggests a limitless future if all goes well.
But behind that cultivation level is a word: “Destroyed.”
“Would you save him?” Lin Fan asks again, ignoring Tianyu’s anger.
Tianyu laughs coldly, as if mocking himself.
“Save? Why not? That’s your answer. Now, get lost,” Tianyu raises his head, his eyes fierce like a beast’s. He wants to see no one, to avoid their pitying gazes.
Lin Fan’s usual playful demeanor is gone, replaced by a serious expression, like a sage. His eyes, neither sad nor happy, shine with a divine light, as if piercing through everything, reaching Tianyu’s soul.
“Shall I tell you a story?” Lin Fan speaks slowly.
Tianyu remains silent, forgetting the man before him, lying on the ground like mud, staring blankly into the distance, pondering the purpose of his existence.
“Legend has it, in the desolate lands, within the vast mountains, there is a village called Stone Village. In this village, there was a young man named Shi Hao…”
Lin Fan’s voice is low and steady, narrating a tale of inspiration.
Since leaving the Tianfu Academy, Lin Fan rarely shares such stories. Seeing this crippled disciple, he feels compelled to offer salvation.
Most importantly, he wants to take Tianyu under his wing, making him his third flute boy, to serve him.
The Supreme Bone, a talent unmatched in the universe, a true prodigy.
Tianyu, initially unwilling to listen, now lies quietly, his eyes flickering with a faint light.
From rejection, he begins to listen.
When he hears of Shi Hao’s Supreme Bone being stolen by his clan, reducing him to a cripple, Tianyu’s emotions stir.
Lin Fan’s storytelling is concise, focusing only on the key points.
One incense stick.
Three incense sticks pass.
Tianyu seems immersed in Lin Fan’s story, unable to extricate himself. He sits up, his eyes fixed on Lin Fan.
“Without destruction, there is no creation. After destruction, comes rebirth. The Supreme Bone reforms, reaching the pinnacle…”
Lin Fan’s story reaches its climax.
This time, Lin Fan spares no effort, using all his skills as a life coach. His words, like magic, seep into Tianyu’s heart.
Tianyu’s earlier agitation subsides, his emotions stabilize, and he repeats Lin Fan’s final words.
“Without destruction, there is no creation. After destruction, comes rebirth.”
“Without destruction, there is no creation. After destruction, comes rebirth.”
…
Tianyu gazes at Lin Fan with longing, “Can my foundation be restored like his?”
Lin Fan smiles lightly, his gaze piercing through the void, his hands behind his back, his tone unwavering.
“Before me, nothing is impossible.”
…
Tianyu’s expression changes, “Please, senior, help me.”
…
Lin Fan smiles, then laughs, tossing a “Great Mortal Pill” to Tianyu, “This pill is my gift to you, to restore your confidence. Remember, I am Lin Fan, the Sect Master of the Nameless Peak’s Sacred Demon Sect. After taking it, decide whether to seek me out.”
…
Mysterious in arrival, graceful in departure.
The image of Lin Fan leaving without a trace plants a seed in Tianyu’s heart, waiting to sprout.
Tianyu gazes at the pill in his hand, gripping it tightly, his eyes filled with determination.
“Without destruction, there is no creation. After destruction, comes rebirth.”
I will return to my peak, to fight my way back.
The Sacred Demon Sect of the Nameless Peak…
On his way back, Lin Fan smiles faintly. This act, full marks.
Lin Fan never wasted words—he got straight to the point, delivering the essence.
One incense stick burned.
Then three.
Tianyu seemed completely immersed in Lin Fan’s story, no longer lying down, but sitting upright, eyes locked on Lin Fan.
In a serene and picturesque corner of the Holy Sect, far from its bustling areas, lies a place where birds sing and flowers bloom. Nestled beneath steep cliffs, the roaring waves crash against the rocky shore. Facing the sea, with spring in full bloom, this is a nurturing haven where one can forget their pain, return to nature, and hold onto their true self.
However, at this moment, a young man stands atop the cliff, facing the sea. The gentle sea breeze tousles his long hair, but his once resolute face now appears haggard. His eyes, which should have been full of life, have gradually dimmed, filled with resentment.
“Ah…” The young man lets out a roar towards the sea, venting his frustration. The sound of the waves crashing against the cliffs seems to echo his cries.
He collapses to his knees, gripping the ground tightly with his hands, his fingers bleeding from the force. “A useless person will always be useless. Even a rock can bully me,” he mutters. This young man is Tianyu, an inner disciple of the sect who, during a recent expedition to the forbidden zone, sacrificed his foundation to save his senior brother, only to be crippled by a prodigy from another sect.
Tianyu pounds the ground in frustration, tears streaming down his face. Although the sect has not abandoned him, he cannot overcome the mental barrier within himself. His senior brothers still treat him well, but he cannot bear the weight of this blow. Once a revered inner disciple, he has now become a powerless waste. Whenever he sees the disciples who once looked up to him, he can sense pity in their eyes.
“No…” Tianyu howls to the sky. He does not need anyone’s pity. He wants to restore his foundation, even if it costs him everything. Where there is hope, there is a future. One day, he will return to his peak. But now, as a cripple, even a glimmer of hope seems impossible.
“Young man, your emotions are intense,” a voice suddenly calls from the distance.
“Who’s there?” Tianyu turns sharply.
Lin Fan descends from the Jialan Peak, having enjoyed the embrace of flowers. When he catches the scent of the sea breeze, he heads in this direction. Upon arrival, he sees a disciple venting his frustration, the air thick with resentment. Standing there, Lin Fan can deeply feel the young man’s pain.
“Are you here to pity me? Get lost! I, Tianyu, don’t need anyone’s pity!” Tianyu’s emotions are volatile, his face twisted in anger as he shouts at Lin Fan. At this moment, he doesn’t want to see anyone, nor does he want anyone’s pity. He is a strong person, not a weakling.
“If your foundation were destroyed again, would you still save your senior brother?” Lin Fan asks, recognizing the young man. He recalls the disciple who was carried off the Ark that day. According to rumors, the recent expedition to the forbidden zone was disastrous, with an inner disciple’s foundation destroyed beyond repair. For anyone, falling from the heights of heaven to the depths of hell, with no hope of recovery, is unbearable. Especially for a young prodigy like Tianyu.
“Who are you? Get out of here!” Tianyu’s emotions are still turbulent, and he can’t listen to anything.
As Lin Fan approaches, he has his system analyze the young man. He has to admit that Tianyu is a genius. The cultivation level floating above his forehead suggests a limitless future if he continues smoothly. However, there is another word following that cultivation level: “Destroyed.”
“Would you save him?” Lin Fan asks again, ignoring Tianyu’s anger.
Tianyu laughs coldly, as if mocking himself. “Save him? Why wouldn’t I? That’s your answer. Now, get lost!” Tianyu raises his head, his eyes flashing with a beast-like ferocity. He doesn’t want to see anyone now. He can’t bear the pity in their eyes.
Lin Fan’s usual playful expression has vanished, replaced by a serious demeanor. He looks at Tianyu like a transcendent being, his eyes neither sad nor joyful but shining with a divine light, as if he can see through everything and pierce Tianyu’s heart.
“Shall I tell you a story?” Lin Fan begins slowly.
Tianyu remains silent, his head lowered, as if he has already forgotten the person before him. He collapses to the ground like a pile of mud, his eyes vacant, staring into the distance, as if pondering the purpose of his existence.
“Legend has it that in the desolate lands, within the vast mountains, there is a village called Stone Village. In this village, there was a young man named Shi Hao…” Lin Fan’s voice is low and steady as he narrates another tale of inspiration.
Since leaving the Tianfu Academy, Lin Fan has rarely told such stories. But now, seeing this crippled disciple, he feels compelled to offer some salvation. More importantly, he wants to take Tianyu under his wing as his third flute-boy, to serve him.
“Supreme Bone, a talent unparalleled in the world, a true prodigy.” Tianyu initially doesn’t want to listen, but he gradually becomes engrossed, his eyes flickering with a faint light. He shifts from rejection to quiet attentiveness.
When he hears how Shi Hao’s Supreme Bone was stolen by his clan, reducing him to a cripple, Tianyu’s emotions begin to stir.
Lin Fan’s storytelling is concise, focusing only on the key points, making it impactful.
One incense stick burns, then three. Tianyu becomes deeply immersed in the story, unable to extricate himself. He sits up, his eyes fixed on Lin Fan.
“Without destruction, there can be no creation. After destruction, there is rebirth. The Supreme Bone reforms, reaching the pinnacle of power…” Lin Fan concludes his tale.
This time, Lin Fan has gone all out, using his full capabilities as a life mentor. His words, like a magical incantation, penetrate Tianyu’s heart.
Tianyu’s earlier rage has subsided, and his emotions have stabilized. He keeps repeating Lin Fan’s final words: “Without destruction, there can be no creation. After destruction, there is rebirth.”
“Without destruction, there can be no creation. After destruction, there is rebirth.”
Finally, Tianyu looks at Lin Fan with hope. “Can my foundation be restored like his?”
Lin Fan smiles faintly, his gaze piercing through the void, his hands behind his back, his tone unwavering. “In my presence, nothing is impossible.”
Tianyu’s expression changes gradually. “Please, senior, help me.”
Lin Fan chuckles, then laughs heartily, tossing a “Great Mortal Pill” to Tianyu. “This pill is my gift to you, to restore your confidence. Remember, I am Lin Fan, the Sect Master of the Nameless Peak’s Holy Demon Sect. After you take it, decide whether to seek me out.”
Mysterious in his arrival, Lin Fan departs with grace, leaving a deep impression on Tianyu, planting a seed that awaits germination.
Tianyu gazes at the pill in his hand, gripping it tightly, his eyes filled with determination. “Without destruction, there can be no creation. After destruction, there is rebirth.”
“I will return to my peak and walk the path of greatness once more. The Holy Demon Sect of the Nameless Peak…”
On his way back, Lin Fan smiles faintly. This performance, a perfect ten.
At this moment, Lin Fan’s story reached its end.
This time, Lin Fan held nothing back—he unleashed his full power as a life mentor, his words like enchanting melodies sinking deep into the heart.
Tianyu was no longer as agitated as before. His emotions had calmed, and he kept repeating Lin Fan’s final words.
“Without breaking, there is no rebirth. Only through destruction can one rebuild.”
“Without breaking, there is no rebirth. Only through destruction can one rebuild.”
…
At this moment, Tianyu’s eyes burned with longing as he stared at Lin Fan. “Can my foundation recover like his?”
Lin Fan smiled faintly, gazing into the distance as if seeing through illusions. With his hands behind his back, his tone was unwavering.
“To me, there is no such thing as impossible.”
…
Tianyu’s expression slowly changed. “Please, Master, help me.”
…
Lin Fan smiled, then burst into laughter, tossing a pill forward. “This pill is a gift from me, to restore your confidence. Remember, I am Lin Fan, the sect leader of the Nameless Peak’s Saint Devil Sect. Take it, and decide whether to seek me out afterward.”
…
Arriving mysteriously, departing gracefully.
With a flick of his sleeve and not a cloud taken, the image of Lin Fan deeply imprinted itself in Tianyu’s heart, planting a seed waiting to sprout.
Tianyu stared at the pill in his hand, gripping it tightly, his eyes filled with determination.
“Without breaking, there is no rebirth. Only through destruction can one rebuild.”
I will rise again, and walk the path to the peak once more.
The Nameless Peak’s Saint Devil Sect…
On his way back, Lin Fan smiled faintly.
This scene—worthy of a perfect score.
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