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... p> Clip-clop, clip-clop!!
A swift sound of hooves echoed from the direction of the mountain path bend, not far away.
Suddenly, a contingent of two to three hundred riders burst forth like a whirlwind to the open space at the mountain’s base.
Xiao Qiushui, wearing a Martial Arts attire, his red cloak gradually drooping in the wind, pulled the reins to stop, looking towards the group descending the slope. His gaze landed on Jiang Dali, who was being crowded by the people, a ...
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