Having already figured out the path just moments ago, he slowly entered the tunnel, immediately greeted by a pungent, musty odor that involuntarily brought back memories of his imprisonment beneath West Lake years ago.
"Who are you? Why have you come to the Evil Spirit Tribe?" An icy, chilling voice rang out inside the oppressive and terrifying red-and-black crystal hall.
Yet why did a certain place deep within his heart ache so intensely—a pain he was experiencing for the first time in several millennia?
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