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... d as evening approached, the shadows of the trees gently swayed.
Wei Zhao and his entourage walked for the time it takes half an incense stick to burn, finally stopping at a courtyard.
All around was desolate, the white lanterns hanging there looked ancient, emitting a faint and dim light, quite desolate.
The servant who brought them made a gesture of invitation, gently pushed the door open, seemingly afraid of disturbing those inside.
Wei Zhao quietly instructed ...
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