Di Fuyi suddenly moved his gaze away. As he turned, he disappeared. Even a rooted habit could change as one started to lose hope. She would need to be accustomed to a single life sooner or later.
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In Celestial Master Zuo's palace, Di Fuyi sat like a Buddha along the balcony. His body trembled all of a sudden, and he gradually opened his eyes.
He raised his arms, and observed his swollen palms; he silently exercised so that he could remove the toxic which he had sucked out of her body. Droplets of dark purplish blood dropped to the ground. His forehead- that almost looked like a white jade now- had sweat emerging all over. It was obvious that removing the toxic from his body was quite painful.
