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As he beat his legs, a cold autumn wind blew from outside the door, not even a hint of chill on Yue Tingjie's body. From his angle, he could see the moss-covered patio outside the wing. Hexi's sunlight shone down softly, falling on the two maroon wooden doors, and he could see dust particles floating in the air through the gaps. At this time, someone sneaked in from outside the door. "Master, Master!" The eldest disciple Xu Ning came up to him and called softly with a pious look on his face. Yue Tingjie felt comforted in his heart and tried hard to smile in response, but the stiff muscles on his face showed no reaction at all, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Very few people can come to this wing. He is now lying on a Taishi chair. Except for his eyes and brain, which can still move, all the muscles in his body are no longer functioning. He is no different from a tree or a piece of grass.
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