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... nd others were gathered around the sand table.

Chu Chengji was draped in a dark robe embroidered with a pattern of clouds in red silk thread, his white inner garment collar open wide enough to reveal the gauze wrapped around his shoulders and neck.

The flickering candlelight outlined his features.

Due to his injuries, Chu Chengji’s complexion seemed paler than usual.

He lifted a small flag symbolizing their side and inserted it into the sand table at a spot repres ...

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