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... "You don’t know?"
"Know what? Just say it."
"You don’t know such a big thing?"
"You bastard... where’s my knife!"
"Eh, stop, stop, I thought you knew."
Underneath a densely shaded old tree in the mountains, a tent made of oiled cloth sheltered a tea stand, where more than a hundred cultivators from various regions gathered. Most of these cultivators appeared travel-worn and exhausted, many bearing injuries. Clearly, they had been on the move for days and h ...
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