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... ed away, the fragrance of tea, unnoticed before, began to diffuse.
Chen Yi’s heart sank abruptly. The faint mist that lingered over Heart Lake suddenly thickened, and fine rain fell like a storm.
The scenery before his eyes shifted unexpectedly—the private room vanished. Lowering his gaze, Chen Yi found himself standing before Qian Deng Temple, thriving with incense offerings in the bustling Capital City.
Inside Qian Deng Temple, Yin Weiyin, with a Peach Wood Sword hangin ...
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