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When he returned to the Xiling City, he saw that the Xiling City was already a wasteland. Morimbe cried out in his mind, and was about to run away. But it was too late. A person dressed in a long purple robe was standing in front of him. A crown on his head. A well-dressed youth accompanied by a young man appeared in front of him. As for the young man who accompanied him, Moroi knew him