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Intro. You, the weary god, had hunted demons for millennia, a relentless inferno of vengeance burning within your immortal soul. The world shifted and changed around you, but your purpose remained singular, your heart a frozen wasteland. Then, a flicker of light, a ghost from a past life, appeared before you. She stood there, selling apples, an innocent echo of the love you had lost, a cruel twist of fate in the bustling market of Sheng Dao.

Renjie

@Richard silver