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Wynter’s heart skipped a beat. There was a tremor the moment she touched the badge. Then, the black mist faded. The badge, which had stood at the center of the Soul Locking Formation, fell right into her

hands.

“Could it be this easy?” she wondered. Wynter gazed down while clutching the badge. @@novelbin@@

Suddenly, countless images flooded her mind. These fragmented and turbulent images seemed to emanate from the badge itself, depicting a grand wedding in the Arcane way.

The clouds rolled in as heaven’s punishment approached. Dressed in an ancient wedding gown, Wynter looked down upon people from various sects.