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Ning Yunmiao sat under the eaves, her fingers forming a blade, skillfully chopping the spirit wood brought back from the mountains.
Sometime later, the wooden door beside her creaked open.
At the threshold, a young man in a dark coat, his eyes wrapped in a black band, leaned against the doorframe and smiled, "Senior Sister, are you chopping wood?"
Ning Yunmiao responded indifferently, "A female cultivator next doo ...
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