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... filtered through the thick canopy above, flickering across patches of grass and leaves like golden threads. Spirit butterflies occasionally drifted lazily past the bark of ancient trees, unaware of the silent drama unfolding beneath them.
Meng Hao sat near the base of a large spiritwood tree, the bark rough against his back. He had been deep in thought when he suddenly heard soft footsteps approaching from behind, their rhythm light and graceful.
He turned his he ...
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