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... g high, and the silver light poured down, draping Carefree Mountain in a layer of misty gauze.
Qin An lightly tapped the knife sheath with his knuckles, stepped out of the wing room, and walked slowly along the corridor.
At the end of the corridor, Yang Qing leaned on an iron whip, looking up at the moon.
Hearing the footsteps, he turned and said, "Mr. Qin, you haven’t rested yet?"
Qin An nodded and stopped beside him: "You haven’t rested either."
Yang Qin ...
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