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Rustle, rustle, rustle—
The neat silhouettes of trees descending as if with no end in sight, looked from a distance like an endless green ribbon, softly swaying in the breeze.
When Jiang Dali really entered the Small Sixfold Heart Capturing Array, the view before his eyes had become unfamiliar.
All around him, to the left and right, were swaying tree shadows.
The wooden hut he had previously observed from above was now nowhere to be seen.
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