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... this day, in the Practice Room where Lin Tianming was located, he was seen sitting cross-legged on a cushion, with both hands spread flat on his knees.

As Lin Tianming made the Hand Seals with both hands, soon two bundles of flames appeared in the palms of his hands.

At a glance, both flames bore red-blue colors, with the flame in the left hand being a deeper blue.

As for the flame on the other side, its red component was greater and the flames were much more vibrant.

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