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... e controls to autopilot before slumping onto the bench. The hum of the Floating Dragon filled the air. A steady and rhythmic pulse was coming from the artifact’s formations.

He exhaled, letting the tension ease from his shoulders.

What was he supposed to make of this situation?

His father had sent him off to guide this group, but why? Ren Xun had been somewhat of a prince, a young lord of the Empire, yet here he was, reduced to playing a glorified chaperone.

Had h ...

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