Meng Hao stood in front of the second-floor window. The moon hung in the sky. Off in the distance he could, see a mountain. Covered with rippling spells that looked like a fine gauze.The miserable cry was coming from that mountain. At the moment multiple figures, could be seen flying up from various surrounding. Mountains to see what was happening.
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