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... er the small Daoist temple, dampening its walls.
Li Ping’an shed his Daoist robe, wearing only a loose undergarment, and placed a bamboo stool under the eaves to sit quietly and gaze into the distance. Not long after, he closed his eyes and emptied his mind.
The spiritual energy, washed by the rain, had gained a touch of refreshing coolness.
This was already the fourth day since Elder Yansheng left, and Li Ping’an still couldn’t be sure if returning to the Wanyun Sect now ...
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