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... breathing gradually steady. The large backpack slung over his shoulders now felt lighter—he had already used several of the vinegar-filled balloons, and there were probably only a few left.

In front of him, a holographic screen appeared, emitting a soft blue glow that reflected in his sharp pupils. His expression was blank, showing little emotion, but the gleam in his eyes was clear—he was satisfied.

[Name: Ronan Raylinde]

[Age: 18 years]

[Cultivation Base: Human ...

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