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... , Mountain Turtle Tribe.
Shan Jia sat by the edge of the fields where the grains and vegetables had been harvested, looking at the shimmering Great Swamp nearby, his mood was complex.
“All the grains have been harvested, the Magic Mushrooms are dried, it’s time to leave this place. I wonder if we’ll ever be able to return.”
The environment in the north has become increasingly dry, the water level of the Great Swamp has declined year after year, making it unsuitable for th ...
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