Let us turn the hands of the clock forward once again, back to that momentous occasion—the day of Golden Lion's public execution.
On a quiet island in North Blue, within an ordinary little town, stood an unassuming medical clinic. Sunlight streamed through the windows onto the wooden floor, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow.
Inside, the clinic was filled with the rich fragrance of herbs. Naiqin was busy organizing various medicinal plants that filled the shelves.
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