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... der the dim background, stood a figure.
It was a Little Taoist.
He wore a pristine moon-white Taoist Robe, of ordinary material, with an upright posture. His eyes were as deep as if they contained the birth and death of the Universe, carrying an ageless solemnity that belied his youthful appearance.
He was not walking on the Reincarnation Road but stood quietly by its side, like an observer, calmly scanning every passing soul on the road.
Not far from the Little T ...
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