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... ll worked with swift, nimble hands, and in no time at all, he served up a bowl of simple, plain noodles.
Xuan Chanzi picked up his chopsticks, his voice booming like a great bell:
"Young friend, do not be alarmed. I simply feel we are fated to meet, and before leaving Beimang Ridge, I wanted to see you one last time."
Had anyone else said this, Jiang Yi would have scoffed internally.
’We’ve only met once and exchanged a few words. Why try to force a friendship?’ < ...
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