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C153 A single calamity

The night was low and the alleyway was silent. The leaves of the French Parasol Tree on the side of the road rustled in the night wind. Seeing the pitch black path in front of him, Taoist Xuanqing's eyebrows creased deeper and deeper.

There was a corner to this alleyway, and the dense foliage blocked people's view. He had no way of knowing what was going on inside

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