Deep within the mystical and remote depths of Tushan, the Bitter Love Tree stood quietly in the long river of time, resembling an ancient guardian weathered by the ages.
Its massive, weathered trunk seemed to bear countless tales of love, hatred, and vendettas, while its lush branches and leaves swayed gently in the breeze, as if whispering stories of the past. Chuxuan moved with an agile grace, cutting through the dark night like a flash of lightning, quietly and swiftly arriving at a secluded grove not far from the Bitter Love Tree.
Normally shrouded in tranquility, the grove now exuded an imperceptible yet chilling aura of impending bloodshed. Chuxuan’s eyes burned like bright torches, as though capable of seeing through all illusions in the world, piercing straight through the layers of mist.
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