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its roots originally nestled within cracked rocks.
Enduring thousands of hardships and countless strikes, yet still robust,
it withstands the winds from all directions.
At this moment, the first floor of Qingfeng Pavilion was silent as a graveyard, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The scholar picked up his brush, splashed the ink, and ceased writing, his actions flowing smoothly as though in one breath.
Observing his expression, he appeared ...
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