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Were someone to gaze down from the peak of the Mountain of Bitter Rains, it would seem as if the clouds were prostrating beneath their feet.
“Ordinary folk know not the heights of the heavens or the depths of the earth, but how many martial artists are any better?” Imperial Preceptor Lu Yuan said with a sigh.
He stood by the railing of an observation deck, dressed in long, snow-white robes. He was middle-aged, but he was extraordinarily handsome, and when he stood there, he looked like an immortal out of a legend.
An old man in blue-green brocade robes sat casually on a nearby boulder. His face was thin, and he wore a goatee. He had a calm air about him, and an eye-catching, fiery jade ruler hung from his waist.
This was Yun Zhao’an, the master of Divine Stratagems Manor.
He turned to look at his companion. “Imperial Preceptor, you possess great knowledge of both the heavens and the world of men. When it comes to understanding the Dao, you’re far above us. Might you share your opinion on this matter?”
Lu Yuan let out a self-deprecating laugh. “As an inhabitant of the Huaihuang Empire, I’m just a frog in a well. How could my opinion be worth hearing?”
He paused, then changed...
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