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The winds blew gently along a cliff where only three of five patches of grass could be seen. Leaves scattered downward around an old beggar.
He sat on the edge and seemed to be blind - a risky choice of a place to rest. His robe was worn out with numerous patches sewn unevenly. Whoever did it was far from being skilled.
He wrapped his arms around his shoulders, looking unable to handle the chilling winds.
Li Qiye appeared and sat down next to him.
“Where is your beggar bowl?” He asked with a smile.
“Sigh, I lost it. I can’t believe that someone would be so cruel as to steal it from me.” The...
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