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God Furnace City.

A man wearing a dark green robe stood in front of the city gate. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, revealing an intoxicated expression. He muttered, "The small boat is drifting here."

The pedestrians on the street raised their eyebrows.

This man didn't look old at all. His skin was white and clean. He had a well-proportioned body and an excellent skeleton