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... a welcoming gesture.

I nodded my head in reply, my face still covered with a mask while wearing the hoodie.

The place was bustling with people, many of them moving around with staff and security helping them.

[Where are we going now?]

'I need to buy a phone, some new clothes, and some other things as well,' I replied as I walked out of the hallway, heading towards the exit of this lotus-like building.

[You know you are still weak, Azariah—]

'I kno ...

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