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... sted along the center of the water.
No one was rowing, and no one was watching over.
Only a middle-aged man, dressed like a scholar, was sitting by the boat as if he were a fisherman, holding his fishing rod.
His face was solemn and antique, his demeanor was strict and rigorous.
He carried the elegance of a profound scholar.
People passed on the river bank’s streets, seemingly oblivious to his existence.
However, at that moment, his brows furrowed. ...
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