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The next day.
It was as if heaven had played a cruel joke on the people of Daling Village.
A heavy, dark cloud hung low over the peaks of Beimang Mountain, neither thundering nor raining, but shrouding the entire Beimang Mountain in a deep darkness akin to the dead of night.
No matter how the mountain winds howled, the cloud remained utterly still, even seeming to press lower and lower.
It was as if someone standing atop the mountain could simply rea ...
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