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Song He, who was increasingly convinced there was potential in his idea, caressed the Half-spirit Flesh Mushroom he had cultivated during his idle time——under his gaze, its stark-naked body was devoid of any covering.
The sensation at his fingertips was almost indistinguishable from touching real skin, and even the color was nearly identical.
He stared at it for several seconds.
Then he suddenly felt something was a tad bit odd.
"..."
Why do I feel like a bit of a pervert?
Startled by the thought that had just popped into his head, Song He decided to put it away and then beckoned with his hand.
The ground instantly shimmered with the brilliance of the array.
Soon, a huge willow tree appeared before him, its long branches pierced through a person's body, hanging limply on the tree, looking quite eerie.
It was the prince of the Yellow Tiger Clan.
