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... ountains stretched far and wide. Thick clouds shrouded the peak, while at the foot of the mountain, immortal sparrows sang and spiritual monkeys frolicked, as a small stream babbled on.
A group of seven or eight-year-old children played by the river, laughing and horsing around.
“Zhao Ping’an, how come I never heard you talk about your father? My parents aren’t in the sect recently, they said they have some business outside. What about you?”
A braided boy looked up and as ...
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