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... Taoist robe, white-haired and white-bearded, Zhang Xuansu, resembling an old immortal, appeared in the dazzling sunlight at Yuelai Inn. He tilted his head back to gaze at the entire Yuelai Inn, ripples stirring in his murky, ageless eyes.
Behind the counter, clutching a jar of chilled sour plum soup, Zhao Miao caught sight of him and kindly stretched his neck, smiling, "Old Taoist, if you’re tired from walking, why not come in for a cup of tea and rest your feet—it’s free..."
Zh ...
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