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... s head to look, and before him lay a land covered with white flowers. In the distance stood a withered old tree, and beneath that tree, an old man sat in a wheelchair, supporting himself with a walking stick, his expression complex as he watched Fang Zheng.
The moon here wasn’t the Blood Moon that Fang Zheng had seen before, but a normal silver-white one. Even so, Fang Zheng could still feel the foul stench of the Abyss permeating the air.
"You shouldn’t have come here, outsider. ...
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