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No matter how much she looked, she found nothing. She shook her head in surprise, whispering faintly, "Some people are born monsters." After a while, she stood up and approached the stone altar she had used twice before. Her emotions were turbulent, complex, and incomprehensible. The feeling she experienced during blood forging was incredible; the technique invigorated her, yet at the same time, it left her utterly drained after completion. If not for the dense energy that had flooded her body the previous day, she would have been wholly unable to stand at this moment.
Glancing again at Yan Xiaobao, Cou Ling found herself increasingly astonished by the young man who had appeared before her. His strength exceeded her expectations, and not only that, there was a serene purity about him—like a lotus flower. He was beautiful and calm. His eyes held no excited thrill, nor did they show shock or amazement, even as he endured lightning strikes time and time again.
