As the voice of the painted boat's master faded, a sweep of his wide robes directly scooped up Yang Hao, taking him off the painted boat and vanishing into the night.
A low voice slowly echoed in her mind, speaking a language she had never heard before, yet for some reason, she understood its meaning.
His direct combat ability was quite limited; he was practically invincible within the "Stage," but outside the "Stage," he wasn't even as strong as a dog.
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