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... was only an envoy of the White Horse Hall.
But this time, his identity had undergone a tremendous change.
"People and things are no longer the same," Zhao Douan stretched his back and leaned on a chair made of cloth.
A lantern hung by his side, in front of him a fishing rod was propped up with a Y-shaped support, and its tip extended straight into the dark river water.
The water reflected dim starlight and the broken moon.
Tonight, moved by a sudden impuls ...
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