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The morning light was faint.
Zhong Hongyu stepped out from the closed-door cultivation room and, facing the glow of dawn, stretched herself comfortably, then picked up a broom to sweep away the fallen leaves and dust.
Within the fish farm, the white-haired, aged Zhong Qi chuckled as he carried a bucket of fish feed, tending to the Green Jade Carps.
In the Spirit Medicine Valley, Xiahou Zun was calling out to each of the Spirit Farmers, beginning their hard day ...
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