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... > Zhi Xin sat silently in meditation, his aged face lined with wrinkles, his complexion far less vibrant compared to his usual appearance before others.
Inside the thatched cottage, there was a painting.
It depicted a woman in a green dress standing by a lake, her smile by the lakeside vivid and lifelike, as if she might step out of the canvas at any moment.
This was Zhi Xin’s Taoist companion, Qingxuan.
Years ago, Zhi Xin’s downfall stemmed from the failed tribul ...
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