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Upon hearing that Wu Hen had perished in the Desert Dust, Shen Wenhai and Tu Shanlan also hurried over in a frenzy.
However, upon arriving at the house, they found Wu Hen leisurely drinking afternoon tea, cradling a small Dragon Spirit coiled into a dragon cluster, feeling as if reality and fiction had peeled apart, unable to discern whether Wu Hen treated the journey through the Otherworldly Dust as a mere game or deeply believed this to be his true home.
"Lord Wu Hen..."
"It's alright, it's alright. Having an extra life is there to be used; even though I am a peerless talent, brave and unmatched, there will be times when I stumble," Wu Hen said with a calm demeanor.
"Over there, it's absolute chaos. For some reason, all the Red Zhe of Insect Island have gone mad, swarming out. It's said that quite a few powerhouses from the Totem Sacred Sect and the Yinji Sect have died, truly terrifying," Tu Shanlan said.
