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This also seemed to be the only exit of the underground palace, a shaft of dim moonlight slanted down from it, landing exactly on the young man who was squatting on the lotus pedestal, ignoring his image.,And a white silk cloth wrapped around her forehead in a circle, like a headband, covered a rather sizable wound. It still throbbed with pain at times.,His face lit up, he wiped his face fiercely, 'spat' out two mouthfuls of muddy water, and started scrambling up the rope, ignoring his image.。