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... not a drop of rain fell."
Jiang Yi stood in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back. The cold wind carried a biting frost that pierced straight to his lungs, invigorating him.
’The weather these past few days has been truly bizarre.’
Eight or nine days had passed in a flash since he’d descended from the Qianji Sect to arrive at Sanhe District.
During this time, Jiang Yi’s life had fallen into a regular rhythm.
Each day, he would meditate and ...
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