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... an affectionate farewell to Situ Qinghuan, and he rode down the mountain on the same mule he had used when he went up.

It wasn’t that he was too lazy to walk down the mountain; it was just that the past few days under Situ Qinghuan’s intensive training had left him with somewhat weak legs.

"Although I have considerable ties with the Luo family, and the current Family Head is my uncle, my mother severed ties with the Luo family over my father. So it’s debatable whether this uncle ...

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