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Then more identical people followed.
They seemed to be cleaners, picking up mops and cloths, wiping the walls of the "Cultivation Room," busying themselves, no one paid attention to Lebius.
Lebius didn’t look at their faces, trying to calm the turmoil within, holding the burning memo, quickening his pace as much as possible.
The strange scenes continued one after another, he could hear the whispers echoing by his ears, seemingly from those "cleaner ...
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