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... n, painting the sky in shades of pale orange and grey.
Wang Jian stood in the center of the yard, adjusting his robes. He wasn't wearing his usual attire, nor the flamboyant robes of a sect elder. He was dressed simply, in the rougher, practical garb of a wealthy rogue cultivator.
He looked at his women. They were ready.
"Veils," he commanded, tossing lengths of fine, semi-sheer silk to them. "Put them on. We aren't hiding your beauty because I'm jealous. We're adding mys ...
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