Pressing his forehead tightly against the ground, Beijing explained: "The Black Dragon Clan hasn't set foot here for over a hundred years. Perhaps Your Eminence has forgotten, but our people only worship the departed souls in these fourteen memorial tablets as gods. Therefore, by original agreement, we only address you as the divine emissary."
His eyes were closed, his lips pale and slightly chapped, and beneath his deathly pallor lay a faint flush.
In such an expansive wilderness, amid the profound silence of the night, a melodious sound of zither playing suddenly rang out—a scene as bizarre as it could possibly be.
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