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A youth of sixteen or seventeen, clad in a gray tunic, stood tall and handsome. His eyes were bright and clear.,The fine lines seemed to blend seamlessly with the spirit grass, clinging tightly together, making it nearly impossible to separate them.,This small patch of spirit field in the courtyard was rented from a mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator at the market, costing a hefty sum of spirit stones every month.。