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... er, the air filled with the hum of conversation and the clatter of market stalls. People rushed past him, talking about everything from the best cultivation elixirs to the latest rumors about powerful cultivators. His keen eyes caught fragments of every conversation, absorbing the information as he moved.

However, one particular topic kept repeating itself in whispers, snippets of gossip filling the air. It caught his attention, pulling him out of his internal thoughts.

"Did you ...

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