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... races of the wind.

A winding path. It was scattered and diffused by the wind, making it hard to follow, but he could still discern its general direction.

‘What is this?’

Hurrying his steps, Ihayul narrowed his brow.

The uniqueness was hidden, blending so thoroughly into the usual wind that it was hard to detect.

With ordinary perception ability, even the tail couldn’t be caught.

If it hadn’t been the same wind, if the wind hadn’t been excellent at ...

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