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The Song That Sealed the Portal.
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The commotion among the Sirens subsided instantly as understanding dawned. They had just noticed the human figure among them, recognition bringing sudden sobriety to their playful mood.

"Lady Sima? What happened to you? Why do you look unwell?" Amalin's tone, which had been mocking moments before, now sounded worried and respectful. He didn't dare to play around anymore, seeing the severity of her condition.

Ye Bing Qing laughed softly despite the pain it caused her. She tried to appear fine, m
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