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... elling, Qi Qingsong was bleary-eyed with drunkenness.
He sat lazily on a wooden chair, swinging his crossed legs, sipping wine while voicing his thoughts.
Next to him, on a straw cushion, Pang Jian leaned against the hard rock wall, silently drinking without uttering a word.
Qi Qingsong, drunk as a lord, seemed intent on pouring out all the pent-up frustrations accumulated over the years.
He began by reminiscing about how glorious he had been as an Inner Sect Disc ...
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