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... n the barren mountain, the weather brought the autumn late in the day. After the rain, Beicang Mountain's air was exceptionally fresh.
Time had slipped into the afternoon, and at a mid-mountain path, within a small Taoist Temple, Qing Yu opened the window to gaze at the few pine trees still dripping with rain, drawing a deep breath of the clean air.
Catching a few droplets of water dripping from the eaves outside the window in his hand, Qing Yu murmured, "It's already been ten ye ...
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