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... id what all great cultivators do in times of emotional chaos:
He sat cross-legged to meditate.
The skies above shifted hues—from crisp blue to golden orange, then finally to a stormy dusk-gray, as if nature itself was trying to reflect the mood inside the ship.
But peace?
Peace was a luxury.
Because the groaning hadn't stopped. From the sealed cabin behind him—
"Mmm…"
"Ah—ah… stop… not there…"
"Agh—why does it feel good!?"
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