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With a loud crash, the Spirit Pavilion's door was pushed open.

Ning Wufeng saw a familiar figure.

He was leaning against the first-floor window when the sun fell on his chaise longue. His face was wrinkled and calm.

Ning Wufeng stood quietly at the side, while Ruan Yue and the rest stayed outside the Spirit Pavilion.

By the time the sun had set to the west, the sun had already set