lt;lt;lt;Reborn Soar
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author: <Golden Toad Ance
The wind howled and whistled through the cracks in the window, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold that seeped into the very core. The floor beneath was frigid, offering no respite from the biting air.,The white porcelain teapot he had been holding suddenly vanished, and an identical one appeared in his spatial pouch.,On the contrary, the ball in space, after absorbing white light, seemed to have grown a circle larger.。