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... our later, at a slum at the bottom of the mountain, Greem finally met the man behind the youth.
It was an old man with a black cloth wrapped around his eyes.
Greem couldn't ‘see’ any trace of magic circulation about him, nor sense any powerful mental flux. Yet for some reason, a sense of respect surged within his heart when he saw him.
A sage? A diviner? Or a prophet?
This blindfolded old man lived in a small and tiny grass shack.
Greem ...
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