one thousand five hundred eighty-five Stable realm
"Daoist Burhan, I regret that this will be the last time we meet," Jotun said, ignoring the blood dripping from his forehead into his eyes. That was the sole injury on his body - mainly because the rest of the injuries were on his tenets, and on his soul.
He was not nearly as unharmed as he appeared to be. Yet compared to the Fiery Mammoth who was sprawled on the ground in front of him, he was doing much better.
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