After Moyuan and Duan Siyou finished breakfast, the person the Mayor had sent to guide them to the god-worship ceremony arrived precisely on time.
The guide was a man in his thirties with entirely unremarkable features—his ordinary facial features made him the kind of person who would easily blend into a crowd and be forgotten at a glance.
Yet, he shared one striking similarity with the Mayor: despite being at an age that should have been robust and full of vitality, his complexion was as ashen and bloodless as the Mayor's. It was as if the essence of his life had been drained away, leaving behind an inexplicable aura of decay.
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