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... g they needed and Du Ze was even able to take a bath. Lying on a soft bed, Du Ze thought that the person who was most in need of rest was not here. He looked down at his hands. The transparent, immaterial condition of his hand never reappeared after the elf trial but the worry in Du Ze’s heart has not subsided much. He feels as though he doesn’t have a lot of time left.
The tribe’s beastkin are only fakes created by the Tower of God. They can’t talk and only move in a certain pattern. ...
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