As the distance between the two black dots extended to several dozen yards, a gentle breeze abruptly transformed into a howling wind. The ground, littered with countless dry leaves and dust, whirled into a frenzied dance, foretelling an imminent storm as if the heavens were about to unleash their fury.
In this ominous atmosphere, a tiny black dot slowly emerged from the black and crimson interwoven fabric. Meanwhile, the elderly figure and Danwu found themselves standing at the crossroads of destiny. The winds of change whispered through the air, prompting a divergence of paths.
In a series of intricate conversations, the elderly one revealed cryptic wisdom and enigmatic prophecies. As the dialogue unfolded, it became apparent that their destinies were entwined yet destined to diverge. The elder, with his ancient insights, imparted knowledge that transcended time itself, leaving Danwu standing at the threshold of a profound choice.
The winds of change continued to sweep through the desolate landscape, carrying with them the echoes of a timeless dialogue between generations. The parting of ways, marked by the separation of the black dots, signified a momentous juncture in Danwu's journey—a juncture where destiny would unfurl its wings and carry him into the unknown.
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