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... nt, there was a somber and quiet atmosphere. A gentle breeze blew, bringing faint sounds of distant farmers shouting, accompanied by the subtle scent of burning fields. It was the smell of spring cultivation and the hope of an autumn harvest.
Xiulote sat cross-legged on the carpet, looking at his trusted aide Miwa, who was dripping with sweat just a few steps away. He smiled faintly and asked in a low voice.
"Miwa, you just said that Black Wolf has something to tell me?"
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