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... rning light grew brighter and brighter, so white it seemed to want to illuminate every dark corner in the world.
At the mountain peak, the time of decline had come for the jade orchids, their slightly wilted white petals lifted by the wind, then drifting slowly downward.
Xiao Song had just arrived in front of Yuncong Temple when he saw, under some withering willows, a young man in a pale wide-sleeved robe, his hair slightly disheveled with a few strands of dry grass sticking to h ...
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