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... ed Land, atop Jiuzhi Mountain.
Chen Mozi, dressed as an old farmer, was bent over in the herb garden, carefully observing a stalk of Lingzhi.
The bamboo hat on his head effectively concealed his breath, and the high-order Lingzhi that was about to become spiritually aware did not repel him; instead, it swayed its branches and leaves toward him.
Outside the mountain, there was a sudden rush of hot air.
Chen Mozi raised his head and glanced into the distance.
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