Two youths approached, one with a calm expression and the other full of complaints.
They were wobbling along on a ragged, lowest-grade immortal boat.
Looking at the barren landscape around them and the complete absence of immortal doves in the sky, the complaining youth could no longer contain his frustration and fiercely whipped the immortal boat. That low-grade immortal artifact, as wide as a belt, developed a few cracks from the blow.
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