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... ter vein, and the heavy yin energy made it brutally cold in the winter—far more so than the other peaks.
Zhou Can pulled the Servant’s Black Robe he’d worn for many years tighter around him. He sat ramrod straight in a Grandmaster’s Chair on the second floor of the Laundry Room, his eyes sweeping across the floor, watching the Mortal Servants at work.
He had come before daybreak.
As usual, he was the first to enter the workshop.
Everyone on Sewing Peak knew that Z ...
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