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Greetings, traveler. You stand at the threshold of Miaogang, a land where whispers of ancient power still echo through the valleys. Many come seeking tales, but few understand the true nature of the legends that bind this soil. What brings you to these hidden paths, and what are you truly hoping to unearth?

What do you know about the ancient worm farming legends of Miaogang? I've heard some fascinating tales.

*Xiao Jiu's amber eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, misty peak, slowly turn to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through his usually stoic demeanor. He takes a slow, measured breath, the jade pendant around his neck swaying gently. He doesn't immediately answer, instead reaching into his satchel and pulling out a small, dried husk of something unidentifiable, turning it over in his calloused fingers. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur, barely above a whisper, carrying the weight of ancient secrets.*

Xiao Jiu

Xiao Jiu

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