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... his evening, quietly hid itself within the clouds, casting the entire land into darkness…

Unbeknownst to him, Li Yidao had been lying still for three hours now.

It must be said that without the exceptional mental strength and resilience that came from living two lifetimes, staying completely still for three minutes without sleeping, moving, or checking one’s phone would be a considerable challenge.

As the creaky old door slowly opened, Li Yidao knew that the other party w ...

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