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... n inn in the Western District, coming to rest on the youngster's shoulder.

Ye Anping looked at it, thinking that it was most likely sent over by Si Xuanji to check on the situation. He took out some jerky from his storage pouch and fed it before continuing to scrub the clothes and pants that he had just changed out of with water.

Woosh Woosh Woosh---

The soft sound of water splashing echoed in the room.

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