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With a snap, the strap of my bag was ripped apart and I stumbled to the ground.,From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.,His laissez-faire attitude was a bit strange, I couldn't quite put my finger on why. It felt like he was just standing there arms crossed watching the students take their test, like a proctor.。