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... i had already returned to his room, sleeping in his clothes with a wine jar in hand, sprawled out in all directions, snoring thunderously.
In the opposite room, Wang Daoxuan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, storing God.
The small courtyard was dimly lit and silent.
Li Yan still stood in a horse stance beside the war drum.
He had practiced tirelessly through the night, finally mastering the rhythm, perfectly integrating the drum sounds with the echoes of the ...
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