Chapter 71: Grand Banquet and Intimate Banquet
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At the Well's fourth level, there was a house with a child: the striking red handwriting on a strip of paper
Despite the white fog making it hard to discern, he sensed a certain force. But the fog's interlinked system was something he inherently did not want to think about.
His body seemed transparent, void and illusory, lurking under the surface. Without a sound, letting this person do whatever, regardless, the white fog appeared.
Blocking the view was the lingering figure of the lurking dragon. At the same time, he pretended to follow and move casually, seemingly had to write his own code, taking a piece of paper from the white fog.