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... e long night was about to begin.
In Shangjing City, next to the watchman’s station, there was a courtyard.
A long line had formed from within the courtyard gate, making several turns on the street, resembling a rice noodle that had been twisted several times.
The queue was not only long but also comprised a mix of people, including armored guards, Cultivators in plain clothes, and uniformed watchmen.
Even early risers, old men and women on their way to buy vegetab ...
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