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Lanterns flickered in the breeze, the river murmured as it flowed in front of the door, crashing against the rocks and splashing white foam.
The air was mixed with the scents of food and wine, along with the faint fragrance of locust flowers, wafting in from outside.
With spring, locust blossoms adorned the branches; with autumn, osmanthus fragranced the air.
Huaiyin Prefecture lacked nothing—rain was plentiful, flowers and trees abundant. A seed could fall from a bird's gut and, unless it landed in water, it would take root and sprout.
"Brothers and Master, I'm telling you, you all saw him too late. You didn't see what our Junior Brother looked like when he first came to the Martial Arts School. You would never have imagined it, haha!"
Through the open window lattice, the river breeze filled the room.
Xiang Changsong had his arm around Liang Qu's neck, his face flushed red, behind him stretched the starlit expanse of the river.
