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... sing down to the ground, rain seemed imminent, making the vast plains covered with dense foliage appear extremely oppressive.
Qin Ming stood on the dirt road, flanked by trees that seemed like wolves in the forest, as he looked toward the end of the woods where a majestic, silver-white figure had appeared.
The autumn wind passed, yellow leaves fell in abundance from the trees lining the road, swirling with the wind, carrying a chilling bleakness.
Qin Ming sighed; rational ...
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