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At midnight.

Night gradually enveloped Mao Mountain and the sky turned gray. There were only a few lonely stars hanging on the peak, and on the pavilion of the Eight Trigrams Peak, there were still four lanterns that were cool.

These four lanterns were the longevity lamps that the seniors of Mao Mountain had lit. As long as no one intentionally extinguished it, it could last for a hundred years