Shuiyue Xiaoqu, Residence Number Thirty-Two.
In the underground training room, Wei Boda sat cross-legged, his eyes deep in thought.
“There’s no sense of oppression anymore…” he mused.
Back in the Wujie, after he had stepped into the Xiaoyao Jingjie, he could feel a constant, suffocating pressure from some unknown source. It was like being a whale stranded in the shallows, a profound and pervasive discomfort.
But now, that feeling was
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