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... me, within the small courtyard.
With a “creak,” a red lacquered wooden door was pushed open, and a man dressed in a black long gown emerged from behind the door.
His steps were steady yet slow, unhurried and unflustered, yet they exuded a temperament that instilled a sense of tranquility in others.
The man looked up outside, then quickly retracted his gaze and briskly walked towards the teahouse.
In the side room, an incense burner was emitting wisps of smoke, fil ...
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