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... e Pure Heart Holy Land, the air was brimming with bird song and perfume of flowers. The grass was thick and green, and tender peach blossom petals fell like a curtain, creating a colorful display over Qingcheng Daoist nun’s head.
Qingcheng Daoist nun, with her cold and beautiful face, seemed somewhat melancholic, letting the peach blossom petals fall on her head.
She gazed quietly towards Master Hongchen’s holy cave in the distance, feeling somewhat abandoned.
Three peopl ...
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