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At the end of the Hour of the Tiger, just as roosters began crowing, the sky was still dark above Fog Swamp, and the funeral procession had gathered.
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The Jin family, a small aristocratic family that had lived in Fog Swamp for generations, was highly respected locally, and known for its generosity; the funeral procession stretched for several miles.
Xiaoxiao, her arm bound with white cloth, squeezed into the procession and said to Xiao Da, "Brother, Miss Lu is going to guard the night. Could something go wrong?"
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Xiao Da scratched his head, "Shouldn't be an issue, right? Miss Lu is a Martial Practitioner! And she even flew here on a Snow Winged Cloud-treading Horse, she must be very powerful."
"But," Xiaoxiao muttered, "Miss Lu is still a lady after all..."
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