An inconspicuous little sect in Kyushu is determined to overturn this shabby world.
"Sister, why do we raise pigs?"
"A small sect, a small sect, cannot control its fate."
"Sister, why do we still plant trees?"
"A small sect, a small sect, cannot control its fate."
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"Senior sister... Do we have to fight?" Wu Qing asked, looking at his fellow disciples who were fighting fiercely.
"Well, you have no control over your fate."
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Group portrait writing, slow-burning writing
"" sounds the same as "you"
Intention: growth