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"Could it be... that I originally belonged here?" Yuan Ming's heart gave a jolt as he couldn't help but speculate.
That feeling seemed to come from the depths of his soul, unlike the fusion of memories with the original owner.
About an hour later.
The procession arrived at an open area to the south of the city, where the City God Temple stood.
On the temple's outside square, a large crowd had already gathered, but because the temple doors were closed, everyone held long incense, waiting outside in a crowd that somehow remained rather quiet despite its size.
When the General's Wife's procession arrived, the soldiers immediately parted the crowd, leaving a wide passage in the middle.
The temple priest, an old Taoist with grizzled hair, came forward to greet the General's Wife as soon as he saw her arrival.
Yuan Ming, along with others, stepped aside to wait quietly.
