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Chapter 113 - 27: Undercurrents
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... birds seemed stretched thin by the twilight, then shattered by the tolling of bells, scattering into the distant skies, becoming even more peaceful.
Atop the lone peak, Wang Anfeng rarely skipped his cultivation and instead sat cross-legged in front of a stone table. His black hair was not tied up but was merely secured with a grass rope, hanging over his left shoulder and gently swaying in the wind.
The youth had just turned fourteen, and his features were gradually maturing, hi ...
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