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... ing the moon. Black Mountain Village was dead silent, save for the crickets screaming their hearts out.
Yan Daozi sat cross-legged on the earth bed in the room, meditating quietly. On the table lay his packed bag and iron sword, and outside the courtyard, the donkey cart had been harnessed.
Should he encounter anything irresistible tomorrow, he’d leave immediately.
It’s a pity there weren’t many life-saving items, which made him feel uncertain. Thinking of this, Yan Daozi ...
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