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In the pristine white hospital room, a gaunt young man carrying a large sword entered, holding some fruit.
His sword had extremely chaotic scratches on it, and the tiny signature of "Su Ming'an" was faintly visible.
He stared at the patient in the bed—the patient had a face almost identical to his, but his eyes held only the emptiness of a desert, devoid of any spirit.
"Brother," Mo Yan sat by the bed, peeling an apple in his hand, "I've come to see you."
The patient's fingers twitched a little, he was Mo Xiao, Mo Yan's older brother, who had suffered severe spiritual trauma because of the influence of White Sand Paradise in the Sixth World.
