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... ny night, Wei Zongchang spoke:
"You are..."
Jixia's eyes were cold and sharp, his long hair unbound, tousled by the 'breath of air', avoiding the rain, strands flying.
He sized up the figure in the purple silk robe from head to toe, a stern middle-aged man with a flawless physique, seemingly devoid of any gap.
With just one glance, he recognized the man's identity.
Then he laughed, stepping fearlessly onto the top of a bronze lion nearby:
"Isn't yo ...
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