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What‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌wearing‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌that‌ ‌white‌ ‌cultivator‌ ‌robes‌ ‌that‌ ‌had‌ ‌been‌ ‌worn‌ ‌from‌ ‌wash,‌ ‌but‌ ‌a‌ ‌

snow‌ ‌white‌ ‌funeral‌ ‌garb‌ ‌with‌ ‌expansive‌ ‌sleeves.‌ ‌His‌ ‌face‌ ‌was‌ ‌no‌ ‌longer‌ ‌his‌ ‌face,‌ ‌but‌ ‌a‌ ‌half‌ ‌

crying,‌ ‌half‌ ‌smiling,‌ ‌cry-smiling‌ ‌mask!‌ ‌

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If‌ ‌this‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌from‌ ‌before,‌ ‌when‌ ‌he‌ ‌saw‌ ‌himself‌ ‌like‌ ‌this‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌mirror‌ ‌he‌ ‌would’ve‌ ‌

screamed‌ ‌in‌ ‌horror.‌ ‌However,‌ ‌the‌ ‌him‌ ‌now‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌scared‌ ‌at‌ ‌all.‌ ‌He‌ ‌laughed‌ ‌maniacally‌ ‌as‌ ‌if‌ ‌he‌ ‌

saw‌ ‌nothing,‌ ‌and‌ ‌he‌ ‌broke‌ ‌through‌ ‌the‌ ‌door‌ ‌while‌ ‌stumbling,‌ ‌dashing‌ ‌out.‌ ‌

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The‌ ‌old‌ ‌imperial‌ ‌capital‌ ‌of‌ ‌Xian‌ ‌Le‌ ‌was‌ ‌now‌ ‌nothing‌ ‌more‌ ‌than‌ ‌a‌ ‌field‌ ‌of‌ ‌ruined‌ ‌wreckage.‌ ‌

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Nearby‌ ‌the‌ ‌wreckage,‌ ‌there‌ ‌were‌ ‌still‌ ‌some‌ ‌residents‌ ‌who‌ ‌fortunately‌ ‌survived,‌ ‌and‌ ‌refugees‌ ‌

who‌ ‌had‌ ‌nowhere‌ ‌else‌ ‌to‌ ‌go.‌ ‌Although‌ ‌ever‌ ‌since‌ ‌the‌ ‌human‌ ‌face‌ ‌disease‌ ‌erupted‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌

entire‌ ‌imperial‌ ‌city‌ ‌had‌ ‌fallen,‌ ‌and‌ ‌this‌ ‌once‌ ‌glamourous‌ ‌capital‌ ‌had‌ ‌frequent‌ ‌haunting‌ ‌breezes,‌ ‌

chilling‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌bone,‌ ‌today,‌ ‌it‌ ‌seemed‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌especially‌ ‌chilling.‌ ‌A‌ ‌few‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌disheveled‌ ‌beggars‌ ‌

all‌ ‌disappeared,‌ ‌watching‌ ‌the‌ ‌skies‌ ‌as‌ ‌they‌ ‌fled.‌ ‌People‌ ‌all‌ ‌sensed‌ ‌that‌ ‌something‌ ‌ominous‌ ‌was‌ ‌

going‌ ‌to‌ ‌happen,‌ ‌so‌ ‌they‌ ‌best‌ ‌not‌ ‌linger‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌streets.‌ ‌

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In‌ ‌front‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌broken‌ ‌imperial‌ ‌city‌ ‌gates‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌battlefield.‌ ‌Usually,‌ ‌not‌ ‌many‌ ‌dared‌ ‌visit.‌ ‌Now,‌ ‌

there‌ ‌was‌ ‌only‌ ‌an‌ ‌old‌ ‌cultivator,‌ ‌running‌ ‌here,‌ ‌jumping‌ ‌there,‌ ‌catching‌ ‌some‌ ‌lost‌ ‌wandering‌ ‌

spirits,‌ ‌stuffing‌ ‌them‌ ‌into‌ ‌his‌ ‌sack‌ ‌once‌ ‌they’re‌ ‌caught,‌ ‌preparing‌ ‌to‌ ‌tie‌ ‌them‌ ‌into‌ ‌lanterns.‌ ‌As‌ ‌he‌ ‌

ran‌ ‌around,‌ ‌he‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌discovered‌ ‌that‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌edge‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌battlefield,‌ ‌a‌ ‌strange‌ ‌white‌ ‌clothed‌ ‌

silhouette‌ ‌had‌ ‌appeared.‌ ‌

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It‌ ‌truly‌ ‌was‌ ‌strange,‌ ‌truly‌ ‌peculiar.‌ ‌He‌ ‌was‌ ‌donned‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌funeral‌ ‌garb,‌ ‌white‌ ‌robes,‌ ‌expansive‌ ‌

sleeves,‌ ‌a‌ ‌band‌ ‌of‌ ‌white‌ ‌silk‌ ‌tied‌ ‌to‌ ‌a‌ ‌sleeve,‌ ‌floating‌ ‌along‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌wind‌ ‌like‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌alive.‌ ‌He‌ ‌

was‌ ‌wearing‌ ‌a‌ ‌tragically‌ ‌pale‌ ‌mask,‌ ‌half‌ ‌of‌ ‌it‌ ‌crying,‌ ‌half‌ ‌of‌ ‌it‌ ‌smiling.‌ ‌

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That‌ ‌old‌ ‌cultivator‌ ‌shuddered‌ ‌violently,‌ ‌and‌ ‌before‌ ‌he‌ ‌knew‌ ‌why,‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌fleeing,‌ ‌his‌ ‌legs‌ ‌had‌ ‌

already‌ ‌carried‌ ‌him‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌battlefield.‌ ‌Before‌ ‌his‌ ‌panic‌ ‌and‌ ‌dread‌ ‌had‌ ‌calmed,‌ ‌he‌ ‌stopped‌ ‌in‌ ‌

his‌ ‌step‌ ‌and‌ ‌looked‌ ‌back.‌ ‌

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That‌ ‌white‌ ‌clothed‌ ‌man‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌speak‌ ‌a‌ ‌single‌ ‌word,‌ ‌and‌ ‌was‌ ‌strolling‌ ‌over‌ ‌the‌ ‌battlefield.‌ ‌Chilling‌ ‌

wind‌ ‌whipped‌ ‌around,‌ ‌and‌ ‌with‌ ‌every‌ ‌step,‌ ‌he‌ ‌trampled‌ ‌the‌ ‌bones‌ ‌of‌ ‌those‌ ‌who‌ ‌died‌ ‌in‌ ‌war.‌ ‌

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Countless‌ ‌spirits‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌dead‌ ‌were‌ ‌struggling‌ ‌and‌ ‌wailing‌ ‌on‌ ‌this‌ ‌soil,‌ ‌even‌ ‌the‌ ‌air‌ ‌was‌ ‌black‌ ‌

from‌ ‌resentment.‌ ‌

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That‌ ‌white‌ ‌clothed‌ ‌man‌ ‌asked‌ ‌coldly,‌ ‌“Do‌ ‌you‌ ‌hate?”‌ ‌ ‌

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The‌ ‌dead‌ ‌souls‌ ‌wailed‌ ‌and‌ ‌cried.‌ ‌That‌ ‌white‌ ‌clothed‌ ‌man‌ ‌took‌ ‌another‌ ‌few‌ ‌steps,‌ ‌“The‌ ‌people‌ ‌

you‌ ‌swore‌ ‌to‌ ‌protect‌ ‌and‌ ‌die‌ ‌for‌ ‌have‌ ‌now‌ ‌become‌ ‌the‌ ‌citizens‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌new‌ ‌kingdom.‌ ‌Do‌ ‌you‌ ‌

hate?”‌ ‌ ‌

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The‌ ‌wails‌ ‌of‌ ‌dead‌ ‌souls‌ ‌now‌ ‌had‌ ‌shrieking‌ ‌mixed‌ ‌in.‌ ‌

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That‌ ‌white‌ ‌clothed‌ ‌man‌ ‌said‌ ‌slowly,‌ ‌“They’ve‌ ‌forgotten‌ ‌you‌ ‌who‌ ‌have‌ ‌died‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌battlefield,‌ ‌

forgotten‌ ‌your‌ ‌sacrifices,‌ ‌and‌ ‌are‌ ‌cheering‌ ‌for‌ ‌those‌ ‌who‌ ‌robbed‌ ‌away‌ ‌your‌ ‌lives.‌ ‌Do‌ ‌you‌ ‌hate?”‌ ‌ ‌

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Amidst‌ ‌that‌ ‌shrieking‌ ‌came‌ ‌howling‌ ‌and‌ ‌roaring.‌ ‌

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That‌ ‌white‌ ‌clothed‌ ‌man‌ ‌called‌ ‌out‌ ‌sharply,‌ ‌“What’s‌ ‌the‌ ‌use‌ ‌in‌ ‌screaming?‌ ‌Answer‌ ‌me,‌ ‌DO‌ ‌YOU‌ ‌

HATE??”‌ ‌ ‌

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Above‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌air‌ ‌over‌ ‌the‌ ‌entire‌ ‌battlefield‌ ‌came‌ ‌the‌ ‌echoing‌ ‌of‌ ‌innumerous‌ ‌voices‌ ‌of‌ ‌resentment‌ ‌

and‌ ‌agony.‌ ‌

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“I‌ ‌HATE…”‌ ‌

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“I‌ ‌HATE…”‌ ‌

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“KILL…‌ ‌I‌ ‌WANT‌ ‌TO‌ ‌KILL‌ ‌THEM!!!”‌ ‌

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That‌ ‌white‌ ‌clothed‌ ‌man‌ ‌opened‌ ‌his‌ ‌arms‌ ‌towards‌ ‌them‌ ‌and‌ ‌reached‌ ‌out‌ ‌both‌ ‌his‌ ‌hands,‌ ‌“Come‌ ‌

to‌ ‌my‌ ‌side.”‌ ‌ ‌

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He‌ ‌enunciated‌ ‌each‌ ‌word,‌ ‌“I‌ ‌promise,‌ ‌the‌ ‌people‌ ‌of‌ ‌YongAn‌ ‌shall‌ ‌never‌ ‌know‌ ‌peace!”‌ ‌ ‌

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