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At some unknown point, the Xuange Divine Capital had been enveloped in azure rain.
It seemed as if suddenly, a special rainy season had begun, for whenever one opened their eyes in the morning and looked out the window, there was always a curtain of blue, desolate rain.
"Tianshu and Yuheng are now facing each other across the water," Mi Rong said.
"Shall we hold a ribbon-cutting ceremony or something, like having the gods of Tianshu and Yuheng standing at opposite ends of their continents, slowly waiting for the lands to fully merge? Perhaps Yuheng's Linghu Ling and our friends from Xuange could exchange a pair of scissors, symbolizing the shared prosperity and coexistence of the two divine areas from now on?" Zhu Minglang suggested.
