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Qi Xiaoyu stood quietly by a small river, holding a black wooden box in her hands.

The box was long and seemed very ancient, covered with various charms with very intricate patterns. Despite their age, they still appeared quite new, with faint streams of power flowing over them.

A look of hesitation tinted Qi Xiaoyu's face; she was well aware that once she ripped off these charms, her life... would undergo tremendous changes.

There might be no way back.

"I've heard that all Dark Elves have a complex mark on their faces, which makes them not so beautiful," Qi Xiaoyu murmured softly.

The river water babbled quietly as it flowed.

This place was so serene it was intoxicating; Qi Xiaoyu always liked coming here to clear her head when she felt troubled.