Qing Abyss Realm

Upon the revelation that the spectral remnants of thousands of Qing mystical palace attendants endured as restless souls, a furrow creased Benjamin's brow, signaling his deep perplexity. The weight of this newfound knowledge cast a shadow of concern over his countenance, as he grappled with the implications of the lingering spirits. The enigma of their existence stirred a cocktail of curiosity and contemplation within him, prompting a quest for understanding and a discerning gaze into the layers of mystery that surrounded these ethereal entities.

"Could you shed light on what transpired, preventing their spirits from finding peace?" he inquired, seeking to unravel the enigma surrounding the lingering unrest.

Long Meihua stopped in her tracks just to gaze at Benjamin more seriously. Her small lips opened, emitting a soft voice almost resembling a whisper, "Why do you ask such a thing, knight?"

Clearing his throat several times, Benjamin pondered the recent shift in titles. Once referre
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