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Lu Yu paid no attention to their conversation. He leaned back, resting his head against the trunk of the tree, gazing at the clouds of blossoms like mist, pinching the bridge of his nose to ease the throbbing pain in his eyes, and murmured:,A golden spirit is a mid-level talent. There are many settlement policies and benefits in any city that can attract them.,When he first awakened, he couldn't perfectly control the Eye of Truth, causing a flood of information to pour into his mind, leaving him with a searing headache. Instinctively, he looked up to avoid the crowd and was met with a sight he would never forget.。