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The cool breeze was gentle, carrying a hint of the earth's tang. On the hillside blooming with poppies, there was no trace of fragrance, yet it seemed as though one was in a place of incomparable scent, disrupting one's concentration, leaving one somewhat in a daze. Clearly, nothing unexpected, surprising, or terrifying had happened... clearly, nothing unbelievable had taken place, but one couldn't help questioning whether this was a dream, and doubting whether one had fallen victim to an Illusion Technique.
In the tranquil night, the human heart could not be calmed, the quieter the mind, the more chaotic the heart, like hundreds of claws scraping at one's insides, uncontrollable, almost driving one mad. Lin Suqing, who did not consider himself to be impatient or irritable, for some reason could not keep his peace at this moment.
"Whether gods or demons, any whose ancestors were beasts have two births. One is leaving the mother's body, the other is transformation."
