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Forbidden Peak – Part II
Author: Jimmy-Chuuu
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In truth, Millie Xiao could have escaped alone, heading for the heavily guarded Forbidden Peak with its ancient protective formations. But her heart couldn't bear to leave Fang-fang just like that, abandoning her to certain death.

The female disciple who had always been by her side like a younger sister, who had fought alongside her tooth and nail against impossible odds.

Fang-fang drooped limply in her arms, leopard claw wounds gaping on her body like cruel mouths. Blood flowed profusely and soaked her torn robes that had once been pristine white, now dyed crimson with sacrifice.

Her face was deathly pale as winter frost, her breathing ragged, as if her life was about to slip away like sand through desperate fingers. In an instant, Fang-fang's body felt heavier than before, weighted down by approaching death.

"Hold on!" whispered Millie Xiao, her voice almost inaudible, trembling with unbearable anxiety that threatened to shatter her composure. Her eyes flashed with moisture, holding
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