The two of them—no, to be precise, one person and one branch—had already fallen silent for quite a while.
The entire world seemed to have ceased its rotation. The surroundings were deathly quiet, save for the gentle, murmuring sound of the stream flowing into the lake.
Shi Heng could feel that this branch of the Xiangu Willow Deity was quietly observing him, scrutinizing him, and feeling a sense of curiosity toward him.
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