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    • Chapter 470, Wood Raft Craftsman Cover
      by Silavin Translator: Silavin   Night was gradually falling, with moonlight enveloping the entire ocean and surrounding forest. The cold moonlight shining on the white sand produced a beautiful reflective glow.   *Splash splash...* *Rustle rustle...* *Chirp chirp chirp...*   The sound of waves, the gentle breeze rustling through the forest, and the calls of wild beasts did not disturb the tranquillity that belonged to the night. On the contrary, these sounds were particularly…
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