Stone-faced, Wei Lang left the main hall. Following his daily routine, he slowly climbed to the peak of the mountain behind the clan estate. Sitting on the summit, he watched the distant, steep mountaintops shrouded in mist. There, wreathed in fog, lay the Da Lang Empire’s infamous Demonic Beast Mountain Range.
“Heh… power…” His shoulders trembled with mirthless laughter. “In this world, without power, you’re worth less than dirt. At least dirt
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