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When He Lingchuan released Third Master Gan, he made himself perfectly clear that if Gan Laosan dared to spill any of this, the Grand Tutor of the State of Baoshu would absolutely avenge his son.
The entire State of Fu could not afford to offend the Baoshu King, let alone a tiny place like Wuze County.
Third Master Gan’s lips trembled a couple of times, then he slunk off with his tail between his legs. After brushing the gates of death so many times, he did not dare throw out threats anymore.
After all, even the Soul-Stealing Mirror, which was something that had once been his “master,” had been subdued by He Lingchuan. He was finally forced to accept a simple truth: a skinny arm could not twist a steel bar.
By then, the east was already growing bright. Roosters in the farmyards were clearing their throats to crow the hour. He Lingchuan and the other two made their way back into the county city.
Early risers were already bustling about, chasing their livelihoods. The real Wuze County was overflowing with everyday life—warm, noisy, and human in a way that no mirror illusion realm could touch.
The three of them found a random roadside stall and slurped down huge bowls of rice noodles, bowls big enough to cover a person’s face. The vendor had apparently thrown some kind of herbs into the pot...
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