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... City.
Holy Soul Village.
In a dilapidated blacksmith’s shop, the sound of hammering echoed.
"Clang."
A tall figure, reeking of alcohol, with messy hair resembling a bird’s nest, stood there. His unkempt beard and emotionless eyes gave him a disheveled appearance.
Tang Hao threw the hammer to the ground and dragged his heavy body toward the wooden bed by the furnace. The bed was stained with dark, greasy marks, evidence of long-term neglect.
Tang Ha ...
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