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... raped like floating robes descending. On the cliff edge of Cangwu Peak, where a strange rock jutted out, the meditation cushion long untouched now saw someone seated in quiet reflection. Yet, the one-armed woman found herself uncharacteristically restless.
The sword selection at the Sword Tomb was long past. Regardless of the epoch, Zhou Yitang seldom returned to this place for meditation after her journey back to the mountain. Even if she did, it was often on grand festival occasions — ...
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