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... strolling on the Immortal Forgetting Imperial Road.
The clip-clop of horse hooves against the ground, the barren trees on either side retreating into the distance, there weren't many travelers, and the tranquility almost lulled him to sleep.
He didn't employ the Qinggong of Divine Thieves Sect that allowed for wind-riding and soaring through the sky, nor did he pull out that fiery-red, slender horse from Shaolin Temple.
Beneath him was but a common, red-date horse, saunte ...
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