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At the other side of the tower’s peak stood an old monk with a weathered face. He wore traditional robes, his head marked with nine scars, and held a string of prayer beads that he gently moved through his fingers. "Young benefactor, it is not safe up here. You should head down," the old monk said, his voice carrying the weight of age. Wang Qi chuckled. "Master, you are the one who is older