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The empty Yun Xiao Gate seemed especially quiet. The withered leaves danced in the wind, twirling in the air, and the leaves of the flower tree scattered and swayed, adding to the loneliness and desolation of the moment.

Ouyang Yu was like a idle person as he sat on the steps of the front gate of the Yun Xiao Sect, a jar of wine in his hand. As he drank