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... e, Zhao Jiaqi waved at the villagers reluctantly.
During the months she had spent here, she had truly grown fond of this tranquil little mountain village.
These recluses, undisturbed by the outside world, still adhered to the traditional ways of men tilling the fields and women weaving.
There was just one thing she couldn’t accept—the terrifying Sky Lantern ritual from earlier today.
It involved coating someone in kerosene, hanging them upside down on a pole—the s ...
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