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He sat on the wheelchair, his lowered eyebrows seemingly concealing a myriad of worries. From time to time, the movements of his hands would speed up before slowing down. He was very focused as he stared at the zither in his lap, every note exuding a desolate aura.

Leng Qingyan frowned and stopped her dance steps as she slowly walked to the front of Hundred Valleys' Mo Xuan