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... Peak, rendering everything as cool and refreshing as water.
The mournful autumn breeze blew by, yet stubbornly, yellow leaves continued to fall from the treetops, reluctant to part.
Birth, aging, sickness, death; spring's bloom, autumn's fruit; prosperity followed by decline—it seemed as though the world operated in a cycle, as if everything was predestined.
Tonight, at Dragon Tiger Mountain, on Tianxuan Peak.
Yuan Hong True Monarch sat in meditation in his room, ...
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