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... a yellow monk robe and wore a string of yellow Buddhist beads around his wrist.
He held a cup of steaming tea, asking with a tranquil voice.
"Half a year..."
"It’s time..."
Luo Qingshan’s head was slightly bowed, his expression carrying a tinge of reluctance and unwillingness to part.
"Has half a year already passed by in the blink of an eye?"
Luo Changfeng silently nodded.
He then brought the cup of hot tea to his lips, sipping slowly. ...
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