Zhao Feng wondered what the result would be if he had his bones measured again.
But the chance was a singular one, and no one seemed to think the old Taoist from Qingqiu Mountain could have made a mistake.
Since that day, he had clearly felt the atmosphere in the Sun and Moon Pavilion change. The former bustle had died down. Before, the ladies from the various other courtyards would often bring their children to play, or invite him over to
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