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... ept pouring, and the temperature gradually froze.
In front of the dilapidated thatched hut.
Before dawn, Li Xian was already practicing his punches, bare-chested, his skin tinged red from the cold and his whole body emanating steam.
Punch after punch, as if dispelling the chill in the air, so he wouldn’t feel the cold.
He wore coarse cloth pants below, full of patches, slightly loose, with muddy cuffs dried into grime.
"Brother, why don’t you put on the cl ...
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