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... n nodded. “Thank you, Guardian,” he said, bowing respectfully. The fox nodded with grace. He should be thankful. The Befuddling Mist of Da Ji was a powerful technique, probably too powerful for the boy’s current strength, but he did not need to comprehend all of it.
Really, had the loneliness made him soft, to give out such a treasure? Or was it the oddly familiar smell the boy had, like a sibling, or a friend long passed. It was faint, so faint, and barely lurking under the surface. But ...
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