The rain curtain, like a gauze, enshrouded the world north of the Corpse Nest in a hazy and deathly stillness.
Uncle Tu stood straight and tall, like an ancient pine proudly defying the wind and rain; yet his heart was far from calm. The tremor of the divine artifact's primordial power tugged at his sharp nerves like fine threads. His gaze, like a falcon's, swept across the surroundings with piercing intensity, missing not a single nook where danger might lurk. Every muscle was tensed, as if ready to meet some unknown, sudden crisis in the very next second.
Hiding in the shadows, Lin Xia murmured to herself, "Have I been discovered? How interesting." Deep within her eyes flashed a complex and inscrutable light, like the flickering stars in a night sky. Raindrops drifted onto her body, dampening her hair. Crystal-clear beads of water slid down the tips of her locks, tracing a path across her flawless, jade-like cheeks. The misty rain fell in a flurry, soaking her entire being and outlining her enchanting curves. Yet she remained completely oblivious, as if immersed in a world of her own thoughts. At this moment, she exuded an indescribable, tragic beauty intertwined with madness—resembling a lonely, withered flower blooming defiantly in the bitter night, gorgeous yet utterly desolate and dangerous. Or perhaps, like a poppy blossoming at the edge of a cliff, dangerously mesmerizing.
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