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... he old lady with tiny feet stared coldly ahead.
The weather in the deep winter seemed even colder.
Tao Sanmei shivered, listening to the Xuanmen True Man criticize and educate her.
Rooted in the Funeral Shop, she had nowhere to retreat, her eyes full of panic and helplessness.
The old lady spoke without mercy, as if she would turn into a woodcutter at any moment and uproot the peach tree before her.
"I’ve used no less than a thousand peach wood Dharma Arti ...
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