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A melodious yet icy female voice echoed in his ear. Lu Jiangxian faintly saw a blurred face, but couldn't make out anything clearly.,Looking around, I saw lush green treetops with hanging aerial roots swaying above. Agile fish darted swiftly across the surface from time to time, their movements accompanied by the gentle splashing of water.,Deep within Lu Jiangxian's heart, a surge of curiosity and joy arose. That sliver of lunar halo seemed to have gathered enough strength, drifting down onto him.。