every day, constantly honing themselves. Through this process of refinement, they continuously improve.But these, you don't have.You have been biding your time, hiding in the shadows, never revealing...As the morning bell rings, the moon has yet to set, and a sliver of fish belly white appears on the horizon.

The Grand Marshal walked along the bamboo path with a bamboo pole and a sorghum-straw broom in his hand. His round, plump head bobbed as he hummed an unknown tune.

In the bamboo grove, birds chirped and insects buzzed. The mist was like a white robe, and dewdrops glistened like pearls. In the distance, a schoolhouse could be seen, with the melodious sound of children reciting their lessons in the morning.

Regardless of the chaos and turmoil outside, regardless of cosmic upheavals and celestial destruction, here there is peace and tranquility.

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In the rustle of sound, Generalissimo moved step by step to clean up. for me, today's battle is a major event. Shu Yong cannot die in vain, my sense of justice must remain undying, and the promises I made must be defended until death."I've said it before, and I'll say...