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... le current, its hull cutting through the water with a soft whoosh.
Beneath the canopy, a young man dressed in black robes sat quietly, blade strapped at his side. His posture was calm and composed, sleeves resting neatly at his sides, and a measured serenity showed in his gaze.
“Morning, Young Master Li,” the boatman greeted him obsequiously, dipping his head as he worked the bamboo pole to steer them forward. Hidden in his tone, however, was the faintest hint of condescension. < ...
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