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... Chongyang Festival, on Penglai Island, what should have been a clear and sunny day suddenly turned gloomy, with clouds gathering and thunder rolling.
Countless lightning bolts struck the sea, raising thousand-layer waves.
Under Qilin Cliff, a small head poked out from Chu Jiang’s tail, taking a peek at the ominous sky outside, full of fear.
"It’s okay, the thunder isn’t looking for you."
The Chongyang Festival is naturally the time of the year when Yang energy is ...
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