In the Burial Mounds of Yiling, the rain had stopped. The water droplets on the eaves were still dripping with a pattering sound, like a sonata that added a touch of cheer to this land. Not far away, the lotus pond had collected a vast expanse of water, and the rainwater slowly seeped into the soil, as if Mother Earth were sipping this sweet nectar and watching it gradually vanish.
After a long, long time, just as everyone was losing hope, two figures—one dressed in black, the other in white—appeared in the plaza of the Burial Mounds. The two men surveyed their surroundings, exchanged a glance, and both wore expressions of utter perplexity.
"Azhan," called the man in black. His crisp, cold voice rang clearly through the entire Burial Mounds like a peal of thunder, startling everyone inside the study.
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