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They had been called once, and there was no second call. The moths inside the lantern dwindled by seven or eight, and it seemed everyone had passed this trial.
Now, they had finally, and barely, made it to the end of the mountain road. Ahead, they saw a run-down little village. Amidst the towering pines and cypresses, a gray stone house appeared—presumably the Ma Family Ancestral Hall.
However, even after passing this small path, the pressure on everyone hadn't eased ...
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