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... , Fire Spring meandered across the snowy ground. As the wind blew, snowflakes fell from the Green Bamboo, and the gold vines glimmered with a warm light like the morning glow in the harsh cold.
This was at Shanhai Academy. Qin Ming stood in front of his old residence, finished reading a letter, and flicked his fingers lightly, turning the paper into dust.
“They want me to go on a pilgrimage. The ‘Past Tathagata’ lineage is as overbearing as ever,” he gazed at the frozen lake ahea ...
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