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... to Li Mei’s hut again the next morning.
Technically, it wasn’t even a hut anymore. It was more like a shack that had suffered repeated alchemical accidents and adapted to them through pure trauma. The wooden walls were scorched in artistic patterns. Several of the support beams looked slightly melted. One of the windows blinked at him for some reason.
He took a deep breath.
"Okay, Han Yu," he muttered to himself. "You survived the soup. You survived the spontaneous breakt ...
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