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Chapter 2: He Isn’t Really a Heavenly Prodigy, Is He?
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... the edge of the stables.
A faint, sweet fragrance mixed with the heavy stench of sweat.
The acrid smell made Jiang Man, who was half-asleep, wrinkle his nose and instinctively raise a sleeve to cover it.
But the moment the sleeve neared his nose, a sour stench that had been building for days shot straight to his brain, jolting him wide awake with a shudder.
The instant he opened his eyes, he froze.
He was standing before a simple wooden bed, surrounded by ...
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