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... is bustling with activity, people bustling shoulder to shoulder on the streets, and a never-ending stream of sales pitches and chatter.

Perhaps due to an overwhelming dominance of Yin over Yang, many men in this world prefer to stay at home and avoid showing their faces in public, therefore women predominantly roam the streets, with men being a rare sight.

Having traveled such a long distance, Fang Zhou had grown accustomed to this, so before stepping out, he had made himself a ...

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