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... prominently among the small, square houses with connecting eaves, forming low depressions. A woman in a light lotus-white dress with a gentle face paced toward the window, her eyes, sculpted as if by an artisan’s exhausting effort and smooth as jade, intently staring at the buildings below without speaking.

After a long moment, a woman dressed in black emerged from behind a curtain, she bowed deeply with her fists clasped, and respectfully said, “Saintess Yulan, I have already sent someo ...

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