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"Cultivator, do you think I can really reach the stars above in this lifetime?"
The dark nightfall, as if an invisible giant hand, crumbled the starry river and scattered it above.
Gary Smith found an excuse to wander the wilderness to clear his mind, because being within the Inside Border, it was much safer.
Specks of starlight sprinkled on the round face of Mousie riding the Soul Cloud, and in its pitch-dark eyes, the dazzling starry river was reflected, yet it seemed somewhat dimmed, a look of something akin to loss, filled with ambiguity about the future.
That weak, pitiful, and helpless appearance was enough to make one itch to stroke its head!
"Meep!"
Little Spider, seeing Mousie in such a downcast state, felt some compassion and was about to ask what had happened when it heard its master speak indifferently: