"My treasure."
Lord Yongnian, pulling the chariot, felt his pale eyes tremble. As the light ignited by the youth in his hand—like the spark of a star—grew brighter, his shaking intensified.
Mobai gasped for breath; clearly, he had not yet grown accustomed to his role as a laborer and charioteer. A mocking sneer crossed his indifferent face. "To think you, a mere mortal cultivator, wish to stop the fierce souls of another realm. You are chasing dreams."
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