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... Cang made a meal and left before dawn, only returning in the evening carrying his kill.
The moment he walked in the door, he saw Sang Luo holding a few books she had pulled from the bedside, slowly flipping through the pages.
Lan Cang wasn’t from this tribe. He had grown up in the slums with no means to attend school in the city. Since childhood, he had loved saving money to buy books, but they were all on topics like combat techniques—rather boring for a female.
A tall, ...
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