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... r Dou Hall, a white-robed Daoist sat cross-legged in meditation.
Silent and motionless, as if he were immersed in eternal stillness.
After an extended silence, he suddenly exhaled a breath of turbid Qi.
This protracted rhythm of breathing would undoubtedly have made others uncomfortable, yet it exuded a profound cadence on this Daoist, reminiscent of the ancient Xuanturtle absorbing Heaven and Earth Qi.
Suddenly.
The Daoist slowly opened his eyes.
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