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... ral Master!”
Upon recognizing the old Daoist’s face, Yang Jin hastily bowed in respect.
In the midst of the celebration, as Zhou Yi nostalgically recounted hardships and sweet memories, not a single disciple lacked a sense of gratitude. Hearing that the old ancestor’s lifespan was nearing its end elicited a sense of melancholic pity for the twilight years of a hero, invoking an involuntary sympathy and closeness.
With just a few casually uttered sentences, Zhou Yi’s reput ...
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