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... tering the winter season.
Having just entered winter, it had not snowed yet, but the weather had turned cold and gloomy. The lawn in front of the small wooden house at Dan Peak had withered into yellow decayed grass that could no longer be seen; the trees by Sword Washing Lake had shed their leaves among stirring rustles.
Embedded a few hundred meters deep under this land steeped in the bleak winter atmosphere, right next to the spiritual vein, was a small, square chamber approxi ...
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