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... riage arrived outside the city.
At the city gate.
Lin Ziming had no interest in marveling at the majestic forty-meter-high outer structure of Ziqiong City. After hastily paying the entrance fee of a few copper coins, he turned to signal to Wu Fan to tell the driver:
"Driver, head to the south of the city."
The driver was a small elderly man with a straw hat, his face full of weathered wrinkles.
Upon hearing this, he couldn’t help but glance at Wu Fan and s ...
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