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... is hands, he did not know exactly where this place was. Because of this, he had to ask for directions from a few experts on the road.

Hui Yue was mindful not to ask the ones who were busy cultivating, restoring their bodies, or in any way occupied. The further into the city he went, the more people he came across. He also saw many children playing in the streets acting as if a massive battle had not just occurred, and it was precisely these children he asked.

Some of them were raised ...

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