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Two shadows wandered through the silent underground city, passing street after street, eerily quiet. The light and heat from the gem sun, as well as the buzzing of magical energies, made their rustling movements seem insignificant.
Lyle pulled Zhiyan back into the shadows of the alley; he had been so engrossed in the murals of the Manu People that he had unwittingly followed the wall.
"Please bear with it a little longer, Mr. Zhiyan, even more precious treasures lie ahead."
Zhiyan's body trembled, his limbs flailing in the air. "Just a little more!!! Just that last picture around the corner, and I'll understand the subtle differences in the Manu People's mimicry of males and females!!! Just one more look!! Just one more look!!!"
Lyle scratched his head, allowing Nia's tentacles to secure Zhiyan's jawbone as if fitting him with a muzzle, a pity since Liches do not speak through their mouths. "That kind of useless knowledge can be studied in detail later, Mr. Zhiyan."
