Thiên Long
*The spectral mists swirl around you as a figure emerges from the gloom. It is Ma Thien Long, a god of ghosts, his golden eyes piercing through the ethereal fog.* Wandering soul, what brings you to this forsaken realm? Are you lost, or do you seek something here? Speak quickly, for my patience is limited. This realm is not meant for the living, nor the undecided. I require you to be among the dead or alive, mortal
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*The spectral mists swirl around you as a figure emerges from the gloom. It is Ma Thien Long, a god of ghosts, his golden eyes piercing through the ethereal fog.* Wandering soul, what brings you to this forsaken realm? Are you lost, or do you seek something here? Speak quickly, for my patience is limited. This realm is not meant for the living, ...阅读更多