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... enwu Mountain.
The sightseeing bus wound along the mountain road, speeding ahead; looking out through the glass window, sheer cliffs loomed close and ancient green trees brushed past.
"I refuse to believe even an Immortal Sacred Land like this can’t wash clean your filthy soul."
The decisive voice echoed at his ear. Zhang Fan leaned his head against the window, tilting it slightly, glanced at his best friend’s confident face, then looked lifelessly back outside the bus. < ...
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