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Xiya La gazed at the barren Ying Xian Mountain when a voice arose from behind her.
"I assume you've also heard about this matter?"
Xiya La turned around, but there was no one in front of her.
"Your Excellency is quite tall."
Ian Hodel said somewhat displeased:
"As a Devotee, shouldn't your perception be very keen?"
Xiya La pursed her lips and chuckled lightly, "I apologize, using perception in such a situation would be far too offensive."
The Totemist before her wore a brown hunting cap and a floral cloak, and just happened to be standing in a small pit, making him resemble a potato sprouting from the ground.
The Dwarf didn't dwell on the issue and hopped onto a nearby rock instead.
He looked toward Ying Xian Mountain, his eyes filled with profound sorrow.
"When the disaster struck, even if Eagle Wing City had over a hundred third-tier Totemists, it shouldn't have lost so many lives to the undead aura."
