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A younger-looking Liang Chen climbed the steep stairs of the Nine-Turns-Goldbone Mountain Range, a lone peak behind the Jadebone peak where the abbot lived in seclusion. Liang Chen appeared to be in his fifties, but he climbed the stairs like a teenager.
One step and he crossed several meters.
But then, something made the Arhat stop abruptly. He froze for a moment and trembled, his eyes widened in disbelief. It took him less than a second to snap out of his trance and disappear from the stairway.
Once he reappeared, he was standing on the threshold of a small cottage, his body shaking with rage, fear, and panic as he bellowed, "Brother!"
On the ground before, lay an old monk who had an appearance similar to his own, sprawled weakly while coughing black blood that burned everything, even his skin where it came in contact.
There was a dagger plunged in the middle of his lungs laced with a purple-colored dust.
