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"Mr. Ade."
As Fang Hong was pondering the chaotic mess of things, a gentle voice came through, causing him to pause in surprise and look up.
The owner of the voice was a frail-looking young girl with pale skin so worn it was nearly translucent. Yet, her spirit state was vibrant, her face adorned with a grateful smile as she supported Hudi and the two of them slowly approached him.
The girl was still dressed in the attire from the Phantom Realm, except for a brooch pinned on her chest, a pure white unicorn glittering in the sunlight.
"Ade..." Hudi stood in front of him, his expression awkward, looking as anxious as a child.
Their ages seemed to have reversed at that moment.
The latter was ragged and travel-worn, resembling a pitiful beggar. His eyes reddened before he could speak, his voice choked up to the point that the second half of his sentence was nearly incoherent.
Because Hudi simply didn't know how to describe—
