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... and thunder, the wailing of Life Ghosts or the heart-wrenching silence were no longer in their ears.
In their place was the low hum of machines unique to the interior of the building, along with the faint footsteps and indistinct conversations belonging to human society in the distance.
Fang Qingyu was the first to adjust to the light and looked around.
They were standing in the center of a spacious, bright circular hall, polished marble floors glistening beneath them. < ...
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