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Time rolled back a little.
In a small, inconspicuous village on the northern slope of Beimang Mountain,
When it should have been busy with families preparing lunch, and smoke from cooking fires rising everywhere, an eerie silence reigned instead.
There was none of the usual sound of chickens or dogs to be heard.
Only within the village chief's house, the most imposing building made of blue bricks instead of yellow earth, some faint human voices could be heard.
"Senior Brother, ever since we narrowly escaped from the hands of the Joyful Deity, our luck has really turned around.
In such a remote village, we actually stumbled upon a Flying Sky Luck Horse Formation that is suitable for entering the 'Money Path.' Is this new body working out smoothly?"
The chubby-faced Junior Brother Qian, holding a copper mirror, presented it to a young man in a blue shirt who looked like a scholar.
