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... amp of the Turkic people, Lin Wanrong spurred his horse into a wild gallop, quickly leaving behind the tents of the nomads. It was only after he had put some distance between them that he slowed his pace, and the tall Turkic horse leisurely trotted along.
Seeing that there was no one around, Lin Wanrong took out the “Nose-piercing Grass” that he had snatched from Ashile and began to carefully observe it. This "Nose-piercing Grass" that grew in the Turkic lands had rough leaves, far from ...
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