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... t expanse of memories suddenly emerged in Yi Chen’s mind.
It was that familiar disc-reading segment once again.
Like glimpsing a horse passing by a gap in the wall, the memories unfolded.
Next to a thousand-foot-high waterfall, a man built a hut to reside in.
He watched the sun rise in the morning and set in the evening for countless winter and summer seasons, but alas, made hardly any progress.
Eventually, he left his seclusion with a bamboo staff and str ...
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