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Where there is strangeness, there must be demons, the State Preceptor has already made his move, planting a chess piece, but to this day, he still isn't quite clear what the chess piece really is, nor its purpose.
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Among the crowd, the young monk narrowed his eyes.
The black monk's robe fluttered wildly, and he stood deep in the shadows, his gaze proud and pupils revealing depths of gloom.
He was clearly a monk, who should be saving all beings, but at this moment, he gave off the impression of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as if just standing there could lock away the souls of people.
Yet numerous common people passed by his side, not a single one noticing his existence, instead shivering continuously, with even the physically weak clutching their chests, looking around as if their lifeforce had been robbed.
