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The pigeon soared into the air, its pure white wings flapping in the dim yellow light and melting into the cool night. It gently swirled in the air filled with the fragrance of flowers and the starlight, and it gracefully and delicately flew past the many rooftops of the begonias, the luxurious courtyard of Muji, the vast and flat training grounds of Huajia, Ling Yun Buddha