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... he mist is dense.
So dense that even with Zhang Fusheng’s vision now, he could only vaguely make out scenes a hundred meters away.
As for an ordinary person without any cultivation, they could still see several meters ahead.
"This is the trade road beneath our feet."
Third Lian, carrying a somewhat decayed coffin, rode on horseback and pointed to the yellow clay beneath him:
"This is ’Heavy Soil,’ a palm-sized portion of Heavy Soil weighs tens of thousands ...
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