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A gust of wind swept past, and a black shadow darted onto the rooftop.
It was Zhang Kui, who flicked his robe and sat boldly on the stone beast’s head, took a swig from his wine flask, and gazed toward the southwest.
There, the cold moon hung solitary, casting a chill everywhere; the mountains loomed black, the great river was serene, and the pavilions and towers stood in close rows, with twinkling lights from countless homes.
Gu Ziqing and his disciples were arran ...
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