Dust and fragments of paper talismans were still drifting down in the underground vault when Pi Yanlin suddenly froze in the middle of biting into his sweet potato.
The moment the sweet scent solidified on his tongue, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end—that familiar, itchy, tingling sensation that preceded the activation of the System.
"Qinghuan, take half a step back," he mumbled, his mouth still half-full, as he wiped sugar crumbs from the corner of his mouth.
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