On the banks of the river, the wind was a bit strong at night, so there were not many people running around today.

The street lights on both sides are dim and flickering.

The clouds were so low that it seemed like it was going to rain at any moment, but in the end it didn't rain.

An old woman is fishing by the river.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, the waves were rolling, and the wind was fierce, but the old woman did not move.

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"Ten Thousand Years of Cultivating Immortals" Chapter 97 Martial Master, I killed it is in the middle of a hand, please wait a moment,

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