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... gainst a cold stove. The woman scurried back, carrying the teapot. She set it atop a small fire, the only live heat in the room.
Is it time? the first man asked.
Theyre cultivators. The girl is somewhere near fourth stage, right? At least until the incense burns out, the woman replied.
The second man shook his head, hesitating. Im not sure. The boy seemed strange.
Tossing her hair confidently, the woman laughed. Does it matter? They drank the tea. The incense is b ...
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