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Heimu Cliff truly lived up to its reputation for peril.
The peaks were as if carved by a knife, their eagle-feather-like sharpness piercing the azure sky.
Above and below the mountain, vegetation thrived lushly.
Even the cliffs were adorned with rigidly growing cedars and mountain elms. Even palm-sized patches of ground were blanketed with lush green moss.
Fortunately, Jiang Dali had honed his Qinggong across the sheer cliffs of Wulian ...
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