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... int sound of the wooden cart patrolling in the city could be heard. He then stopped and called out to the other: “Master, please slow down your footsteps.”
Liao Ran came to a stop.
Chang Geng spoke slowly, not a trace of anger in his att.i.tude. He was gentle and courteous, similar to how he used to sit quietly in the meditation room that year while sipping Ku Ding tea.
Only his hand had moved to the hilt of his sword, the blade could be unsheathed at any moment and ...
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