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Looking at the lush green mountains, Gu Yingchu pulled out a homemade mask and put it on. The grass on the mountain was tall, likely because no one had been up there for years, and the blades scratched painfully against her hands. Frowning, Gu Yingchu picked up a stick and used it to push aside the grass as she made her way forward.

After about twenty minutes of walking