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... lame Army!"
On Lingxi Mountain, Li Chang approached Yang Zhenshan and whispered.
The willow branches in the courtyard hung down like green ribbons, gently dancing in the wind. Upon closer inspection, each branch revealed tiny new buds, with tender yellow tinged with a touch of green.
Yang Zhenshan stood with his hands behind his back under the willow tree, gazing toward the south. His gaze was deep, as if he could see through the layers of forest to the blood-soaked scene ...
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