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... nlight pierced through the clouds and fell on the lush leaves of tall trees while the gentle breeze caused them to tremble.

In the middle of a large river that was dozens of meters wide was a tall pagoda that had three floors and was as huge as a hall, the pagoda seemed to be floating above the river and wasn’t bothered by the ripples caused by fishes that leaped up before diving back into the water; it was like a secluded section of the space.

Inside the second floor of this pag ...

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