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... rarest of sensations in the cultivation world—peace.
Sunlight streamed in through the slatted windows of his residence, casting golden rays across the polished stone floor. A soft breeze drifted in, scented faintly with tea leaves and plum blossoms. For the first time in a while, no one was screaming his name, attacking him, or dragging him out to fight some arrogant young master.
He blinked.
Something’s wrong, he thought. It’s too quiet.
Before he could get up, ...
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