Ashes fell from the beams of the Purple Sky Palace outside the Thirty-third Heaven. After Hongjun finished speaking, he faced the wall and closed his eyes. Tongtian huddled in the corner, his teeth itching, and the pill Lin Fan had sealed in his palm was buzzing and hot. The broken soul of the Jie Cult disciple was still ringing in his eardrums. He gritted his molars and silently recited the Taoist friend's name - the elixir in his soul vibrated, as if someone knocked on his head through the chaos. I squatted under Hongjun's feet and rubbed my fingers. There was a sentence floating in the wind about breaking the rules of heaven again, and I was digging into my collar.
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