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... iddle-aged man’s features were gentle, with no imposing air. He wore a plain robe, blending in perfectly with the bamboo forest.
The only incongruity was the small hole in his palm, still oozing blood.
The Golden Governor noticed Zhang Fusheng’s gaze and raised his hand nonchalantly, speaking calmly:
"That day, I overestimated myself, attempting to intercept the Merciful Arrow of the World Venerate, which was already an act of disrespect."
"So, I deliberately left ...
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