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Chapter 1817: Human Purgatory
turned, then at the driver's command, the horses bearing the carriage came to a halt with a snort.The grayish curtain was lifted, and Zhou Ping'an, a scholar in a long robe, emerged from the carriage...e, feeling ashamed, said: "Thinking about myself today, compared to my youthful exuberance, I realize that time has slipped away unnoticed. I have truly failed the mountains and rivers, and the peopl...