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... tling with human traffic.
Feng Wuji crouched in front of a teahouse, munching on sunflower seeds and eagerly listening to the scholar inside the teahouse recounting a soul-stirring tale.
His long hair was a bit disheveled and casually pinned into a Daoist topknot. He wore long, dark robes, and his features were defined and angular. His eyes were long, narrow, and squinted, like the sharp edge of a blade.
Pedestrians shuttled through the streets, and customers piled into t ...
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