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... o ravage our poor, poor earth, her sorrowful tears are nothing but water to you all!"
An old man dressed in brown robes cries, his arms to the sky and feet placed on the ground, his stance is one of passion.
"And you, you cultivators, are nothing but leeches! Leeches of this earth, kneeling to the heavens, but neglecting the very earth beneath your feet that you destroy without problem, did sitting in a cave for hundreds of years strip away your empathy? Your faith!?"
"Ol ...
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