Chapter 71: The Arduous Path of Cultivation_2
Translator: 549690339
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Hiss—
Suddenly, a sharp object pierced Fang Ren's heart, and at that moment, he finally felt a hint of relief. But he was terribly unwilling.
Am I to die just like this?
He had not yet married the woman he loved, the woman who was still striving ceaselessly to be with him. He had yet to exact revenge on Xia Fu Lan of the Tiandao Sword Sect; the people of the Fang Family who wished him dead had not yet faced retribution...
To die like this, Qing'er would surely grieve deeply, and those despicable people from the right faction of the Fang Family would surely show their loathsome, triumphant faces.
Gradually, his consciousness faded away, and his body no longer felt any pain.
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Time passed, and he abruptly opened his eyes, staring blankly around him, feeling his own body, still enveloped in pitch darkness and without any sensation of pain.
He touched his chest and limbs, and found, to his astonishment, that he was completely unharmed.
"What is this…"