Introduction:
"The pavilion is going to die." The girl in blue skirt slapped the Spark Card into Amu's palm.
"But there are only five of us." Amu tightened his grip on the card and watched Shen Yan polish his sword, Qing He pounding medicine, and rocks throwing chains.
"Thousands of stars gather together to shake the tower." Laughter came from the dark place, and black hair was wrapped around the corner of the card.
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