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Gazing into the distance in the direction the green-robed puppet had departed, Yan Donglai opened his palm and began divining with his fingers.
At first, his expression was calm, but then his brows furrowed slightly, revealing a trace of disappointment:
"After all these years… I shouldn’t have harbored such expectations."
Yan Donglai murmured to himself.
Decades ago, during that journey to Great Qing, he had d ...
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