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In the early morning of late autumn, the mist had yet to dissipate entirely. Within Gailiu County town, wisps of smoke were already rising from hearths, and faintly, one could hear murmurs of voices.,Over the past month, Li Yuan had thought about this question more than once, repeatedly recalling his memories from before he crossed over.,As if a bolt of lightning had cleaved through the fog, Li Yuan shuddered violently, nearly spilling half his bowl of rice soup onto the floor!。