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... . Mortals swarmed the streets like ants, consumed by their petty struggles and fleeting ambitions. Yet, amidst this mundane sea, floated whispers – faint echoes of a world beyond mortal comprehension, the world of cultivators he intended to reclaim.
His base was the Lucky Scholar Inn, a name dripping with irony given his current circumstances. It was clean, relatively quiet, and centrally located – a decent observation post. From here, he would cast his net into the city's murky waters. ...
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