The White Palace stood quietly in the secluded western part of the city. Its pristine white walls, resembling the eternal snows piled high upon the peaks of snow-capped mountains, radiated an incomparably sacred brilliance under the gentle caress of the sunlight. Yet beneath that seemingly pure white glow lurked hair-raising, atrocious sins—it was nothing less than a den of demons.
How many pure, flower-like maidens had been cruelly crafted into Flesh Lotus ritual artifacts within those walls? What an earthly purgatory that was!
Countless other innocent souls had suffered unspeakable, inhuman torture in the dungeons of the White Palace, perishing in agonizing pain. Every inch of ground here seemed soaked in blood.
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