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... lick.
Morning air washed over him—cool, crisp, carrying the faint scent of flowers.
He rolled up his sleeves.
"Alright... let’s start with something simple."
He walked into the courtyard.
And immediately regretted it.
Because the flowers—the ones Shaohua casually tended every day—were not normal flowers at all.
They were blooming wildly. Inhumanly.
Petals shimmered faintly with multicolored sheen, like spiritual light had condensed ...
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