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Ever since Xiao Yi had awakened from her slumber and reunited with Chen Xiaojun, neither of them had had a moment to spare.
Xiao Yi had to regain control, bit by bit, of the Life Force that had scattered deep within her soul sea over the years she had slept, and sort it all out.
Chen Xiaojun's days were just as packed. The Chen Clan's affairs, large and small, the Gao Ying Competition, outward expansion, including matters involving the Clear Sky Sect—every single thing drained his mind.
But as two people naturally in perfect sync, they still managed to squeeze out a little time in the cracks to practice.
That second Combination Skill, "Devouring Return to Ruins Chaotic Cave Pull," which required countless rounds of tempering before it could take shape, had slowly begun to form a rough outline through these accumulated scraps of practice and piecemeal sparring.
The last four Sword God Pearls—Tai'e, Chi Xiao, Zhanlu, and Xuanyuan—had not yet become swords, but they already possessed quite a measure of the miraculous. (Chapter 1178: Might, Emperor, Benevolence, Saint)
The Chi Xiao Pearl, the Emperor Dao Sword, had quietly bred a bearing that ruled over ten thousand swords. Deep within the red light flowing through the pearl, the shadow of something that could swallow the sharpness of all under heaven faintly appeared.
When moonlight spilled over the bamboo shadows before the courtyard, Chen Xiaojun knocked on the gate of Xiao Yi's Small Courtyard.
Soft laughter drifted out from the window haloed by warm lamplight. Xiao Yi and Xi Xi were sitting close by the window, murmuring about something.
These days, the sisters, so suddenly reunited, were always together, their private whispers as dense and unending as spring silkworms spinning silk.
The moment Chen Xiaojun rounded the