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... quiet that one could almost say it was silence you could hear, broken only by the wailing and howling of storm winds isolated outside.
Nan Li Huo stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes fluttering, his white hair vividly scattering in the ceaseless winds.
His eyes were deep as he looked toward the river shrouded in mysterious fog.
The river’s surface had become thoroughly obscured, as if a dense, thick fog had risen, even suppressing the churning waves, pr ...
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