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... e Mountain.
During this moment, it was already afternoon. In the forest ahead, Teng Shou was practicing his fist art continuously, while Coachman Old Wang was practicing his sword art nearby. Yet Teng Qingshan, who was usually the one that worked the hardest, was now standing silently below the roof, staring at the endless and great snowfall amidst the vast heavens and the earth.
“In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.”
Ever since Teng Qingshan captured Dong Zhe ...
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