"Fellow daoists, is... is this the seventh day?" the young man asked cautiously at that moment.
The others fell silent upon hearing this, lowering their heads without a word. The scene instantly grew quiet, the atmosphere heavy to the extreme. Their eyes were filled with incomprehension, mingled with a faint trace of envy.
After a long while, Master Sanchuan finally spoke, his voice somewhat heavy and hoarse:
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