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Charles hurriedly ran up to the clown, looking at the man whose face was concealed beneath his makeup. Blinking with anticipation, he asked, "How will the performance go, Mr. Clown?"
"No rush, no rush! Next, I'll show you and the audience the most beautiful world in everyone's hearts. After all, what people long for differs from one to another, and so too will that vision. Isn't that right?"
The clown's lips curved in a perennial smile. His cheerful words reached both the audience and Charles alike.
"That makes sense! Let's hurry up, then. I'm already getting impatient." Charles nodded, seemingly in agreement with the clown's words.
Meanwhile, he began silently reciting prayers to the Lady of the Night, linking his soul to the Tree of the Night—a construct that continued to function normally thanks to the mechanisms Wang Yu had left behind, despite the fact that Wang Yu himself could no longer access his mindscape. This was his precaution against potential mental contamination.
"Very well. Now, please witness this utopian world of ours."
The clown waved his hand, causing a cascade of petals to fall from above. They were merely colored paper, but under the influence of illusion magic, they appeared indistinguishable from real petals to the audience and even carried a faint fragrance.
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