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... ers high. In front was a cliff plunging down thousands of meters, no wonder it was called the Moat Station.
While Jack Clark and the freshmen stood at the cliffs edge, looking at the vast wilderness forest in the distance in a trance, a mans voice sounded over the stations loudspeaker.
Aspiring cultivators over there, stop staring and come over to check in.
Jack Clark and others turned their heads, noticing for the first time a guardhouse building a few dozen meters away. ...
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