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... n the bizarre mist.
Without the sun, moon, or stars, it was impossible to distinguish between day and night. The passage of time became as elusive as the workings of the human heart.
Pang Jian often stood by the window on the third floor, watching the dramatic shifts in everyone's emotions.
At first, the Sword Pavilion and Black Valley Sect disciples below directed their blame at him.
They claimed his unnecessary actions of pursuing the green ants had led the boat ...
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