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At that moment—
In a relatively secluded city on the Qi Tian Continent, within a bustling tavern, Chen Qiu stood at a window overlooking the city below, his brow furrowed and his expression serious as he scanned each person on the street.
A moment later,
he couldn't help but sigh, "It seems there are hardly any normal people left on this continent."
He had heard that the Qi Tian Continent was a polluted land, which hardly produced anything unrelated to physical mutations, but today was the first time he truly realized it.
In the entire city, where were the normal people?
Even someone like him, with one head, two eyes, one nose, and two ears, was considered rare.
The herb vendor on the roadside had three heads, each facing a different direction, shouting simultaneously, allowing him to bargain and communicate with different customers at the same time.
