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... arena like incense, and the pastries vanished from plates as fast as attendants could set them down.
In the glassed upper boxes, cultivators leaned forward with bright eyes and sharper appetites, asking where they could buy such treats, already planning them as travel rations and sect snacks.
A few even shifted in their seats, blinking at the strange ease in their meridians, as if their cultivation had loosened a knot.
The ghost attendants only smiled, hands folded, and ...
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