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"I'm fading, my disciple. Go, find others of our kind."
"The world is vast... surely there must be others who are still alive..." The mentor gazed at the sky for the last time, as if trying to see the vision of the world as it used to be described by his own master.
Rumor has it that within the sky, Haoyang exists.
Haoyang, carrying hope and warmth...
But after the mentor's death, the last glimmer of hope in his disciple's eyes vanished, turning the gaze as bleak and desolate as the shattered world around him.
From then on, it's been over thirty years, wandering this land.
He had never found a companion.
Yet his cultivation slowly increased.
The young man's body moved slowly through the land.
He was searching for companions.
No telling how much time had passed.
The young man's body trembled slightly.
He had spotted a figure.
"You..."
With a raspy and unfamiliar voice, he spoke.
He chased after.
The figure turned around, revealing a face made entirely of bones.
