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When he arrived at the "missing pot", the mist hadn't dispersed yet. The sunlight was thin as it shone through the misty mist. The waterfall before his eyes was like a cold spring.

When Yingying arrived at this place, he was still unable to tell if the beautiful scenery in front of him was real or not. He was shocked by the aura of the waterfall and the mist.

"This is the 'missing pot'