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... egant, and the solitary peak towering. Monks sat cross-legged, elderly scholars read books, and a man in a blue robe leaned lazily on a bamboo chair, holding a Pill Scripture without looking, his eye closed to the wind, his brows stern as usual.
Wang Anfeng suddenly relaxed.
It was as if the clouds had parted after a storm, and the chaotic thoughts that had swirled like a dance of demons vanished in an instant, leaving only tranquility. He pursed his lips and, as usual, approache ...
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