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Gou Zhi paced back and forth. Perhaps due to the continuous rainy days, the floorboards underfoot had become damp, emitting some piercing noises.
Up ahead, seated on chairs to the left and right, were Thunder Mountain’s Taoist Yuan and Fulong Temple’s Taoist Li. Both were resting with closed eyes, and the tea on the table had already lost its steam.
Outside, the sounds of neighing horses and clashing iron armor from the training ground added a hint of a stern at ...
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