That symbol felt both vaguely familiar and utterly strange, as if it came from the depths of a distant memory, yet was shrouded in a thick layer of fog. I tried hard to recall, but a splitting headache struck me, and fine beads of cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
"Brother Kong, what's wrong with you?" Xuanfeng asked with concern when he saw my pale face.
I took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort, and shook my head. "It's nothing. I must just be a bit tired lately."
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