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... t rain seemed like an ink painting, with distant scenes fading and nearer ones in clearer detail, merging the sky and water into one hue.
Clad in a vast, fiery-red robe, Yang Tiansheng stood atop a bamboo raft on the Li River, smiling faintly as he clasped hands in a salute toward Li Qing. Behind him, eight swords hung suspended, their fiery Sword Qi crisscrossing like blazing flames illuminating the great river, "Li, please instruct me without reservation."
On the pebbly river b ...
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