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Mo Jianzhi made his way to the trio, a curious assemblage that caught Yun Xiao's eye. He sized them up—an Inscription Cultivator, a demon, and a devil. "With Mo Jianzhi, that represents all four races of the Nine Hells," he mused to himself.
First, his gaze landed on the female Inscription Cultivator. She was a sight—petite, draped in oversized clothes that hung off her like a child playing dress-up, and her hair in a wild disarray. She stood there, a bit awkwardly, nibbling on some black beans with a crunch that echoed in the still air. Eyes closed, her long lashes seemed to stitch her eyelids together, a delicate embroidery of solitude.
"That's Shen Xiaochan," Mu Dalong whispered, a walking encyclopedia of gossip. "She used to be with the Calamity Seal Purgatory but turned rogue for some melodramatic reasons and joined the Immortal Asylum. Had a whole soap opera with the Talisman Emperor once, but that's ancient history."
"She looks a bit young, doesn't she?" Yun Xiao remarked casually.
"Legend has it, she hasn't aged a day since joining the Immortal Asylum," Mu Dalong replied, a tinge of envy in her voice.
"Ageless, maybe, but seems like she's lost her...
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