The execution ground was solemn. The fragments of Asher Mo's spirit core were constantly taken out and dug out.
Piece after piece.
He endured it stubbornly, enduring it fiercely. To pay for one's sin was one thing, but to show weakness was another. He was unwilling to cry out in pain in front of Mu Yanli. He was like a rock.
The pain is too deep, and I am floating in the sea of suffering.
Suddenly, I heard a startling sound, like spring thunder exploding in my head.
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