As everyone knows, coal is the product of sea level decline and crustal uplift, but this eerie forest has transformed without sufficient pressure on the surface.
Obviously, this is yet another handiwork of the Space-Time Administration Bureau; they seem intent on selecting the owner of supplies in this dim and oppressive "arena".
Most of the time, these people, suspended high above the river of time and space, appear cold-blooded and have a penchant for unique pleasures. Only rarely do they show a hint of warmth—
Such as during that snowstorm on the isolated island.
Perhaps the Bureau also has those they admire, but only the winners can earn their respect.
Chen Zhou pressed his lips together—
"Last time, I proved my worth for this respect with long periods of time, wisdom, steadfast action, and determination.
I wonder how many thorns await me this time, how many dangers lurk ahead..."
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