There is no wind in the Immortal Stone, only the eternal, rust-smelling stickiness.
That soul is stronger than me. Every time he breathes, he can sweep away most of the Gengjin energy around him. I was like a drowning person who could only huddle in the coldest corner, clinging to the aura at his ankle, which was my root.
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