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While others parting from the mountain would hold feasts and revel until dawn, sharing farewells with friends and hoping for a reunion, he last night alone drank a pot of tea.,His gaze swept over those few people, saying nothing. He slung his pack over his shoulder and, amidst the complex gazes of his fellow disciples, strode down the mountain.,Just like everyone else, Zhao Fuyun knelt behind a low table. On his left and right sat two beautiful young girls.。