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A strange, indescribable feeling arose in Yan Xiaobao's heart. Just a few days ago, he had been joking and laughing with Zhou Youdao. The next time he saw him, they were forever separated by death. It almost felt like the entire world was filled with destruction and death, creating an oppressive pressure that immediately reminded Yan Xiaobao of the danger around him. The slightest mistake could lead to his death. People might even use his corpse to set traps for other disciples.
Anger began to burn in Yan Xiaobao's eyes, his fists clenching into balls. Except for Feng Yan years ago, Zhou Youdao was the first disciple Yan Xiaobao personally knew to die, causing grief in his heart. He couldn't forget how Zhou Youdao spoke of his dream to become the Clan Leader of the Spirit Sect.
