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... ubordinates went with them.

These subordinates, however, all remained distant from the two. The leader of the pack had a wicker basket with him for the herbs.

They didn’t get far when Qiao Qing came to the realization that asking Qi Yusen to come was a mistake.

Because of the strong sunlight, the snow on the ground had melted.

The ground was muddy mixed with melted snow, which made walking very difficult.

Qi Yusen wore his signature white suit ...

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