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"I love watching the thousand waves of rice and the smoke of a hero descending from the heavens."

In the dim mountain path, a youth's low moan and slightly raised voice could be heard. The voice was clear and melodious, and once the words were said, the youth's figure appeared from within a pool of lotus leaves.

A man in a simple robe was squatting by the pool, holding a wine jug as he chuckled