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Zheng Qing clenched his fists and repeated the thought in his mind.
The night air was cool. Deep within the mountains, the echoes remained silent for a long time before gradually humming back to life:
"...hmmm... the mountain, the mountain is the place where the divine spirits rest... hmmm... the mist enshrouding the summit is always sorrowful; that mist is the lingering thoughts of the gods echoing in this world... hmmm..."
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