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Chapter 393: Lady Calico Takes Charge of the Daoists Meals
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... uded in darkness.
Within the dimness, the leisurely sound of a qin echoed through the air.
The melody was intermittent, as if the qin player followed only their whims—playing faster when the mood struck, pausing longer when lost in thought. There was no discernible tune, as if everything was dictated solely by their heart's desire.
The Daoist finished eating his small fish, rinsed his mouth, then stood and looked off into the distance.
A square, flat boulder stood ...
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