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"The wind is rising"
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"Where are you? Is it cold?"
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"I'm so cold... I'm so cold when you're not here..."
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"Are you talking? Can you please say something... Why are you still ignoring me..."
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In the cold wind, in a dilapidated thatched cottage, an old man in ragged clothes was leaning against the corner and shivering, gently stroking the statue in his hand. A drop of turbid old tears fell on the statue. The old man hurriedly wiped it with his ragged sleeves...
If there were any outsiders here, they would recognize him immediately, because he is...
——Sword Saint Ye Han!