When he came out of the dark palace again, Xie Ji's cheekbones were prominent and his clothes were empty, as if a layer of flesh had been suddenly shaved off.
He couldn't even speak, and was sent back to rest in silence by an old and humble attendant.
Near the dark hall, a black figure holding a sword stood in the shadows and glanced at Xie Ji who was being pushed away.
But he didn't pay much attention to Xie Ji, and quickly turned his attention to the lightless palace again.
This person is none other than Mo Cunzhi.
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