Chapter 113 Nearly a century has passed since we parted, and my old friend has grown old.
When people have free time, they have time to tinker with all sorts of things.
For the past few days, Song Yin has been either thinking of a name for her self-created sword technique or trying to prepare some pills that ordinary people could use.
Song Yin has not yet opened or looked at the storage bags of the three evil cultivators.
Today, she was alone in her room, placing three storage bags on the table and checking them one by one.
In the storage bags of the second brother and the third sister Mei, there was nothing special, just a few spirit stones and a few common pills.
When it was Zhao Laoda's turn to open his storage bag, Song Yin actually found something different.
Besides the spirit stones, there was also an old book inside. She flipped through it briefly; the first part contained cultivation techniques, while the second part contained other writings.
Song Yin: "It turns out that the spiritual essence and the self-serving formation in the cave were obtained by them from an ancient secret realm."
Encountering an ancient secret realm depends on fate; no wonder the spiritual marrow is so vast. The spiritual marrow formed in the ancient secret realm and remained undiscovered for thousands of years. Until Boss Zhao and his group accidentally entered this secret realm, they not only discovered the spiritual marrow but also found this cultivation manual.
Judging from the content of the cultivation method and other records, the person who wrote this book must have been a heretical practitioner.
Song Yin summoned the Purple Sun Spirit Fire, and the fire burned the evil and harmful book to ashes.
Knock knock knock.
"Yinyin, may I come in?"
Song Yin: "Come in."
Shi Heming: "I found a simple map, you can take a look." He spread the map on the table. "This place is on the border of the Daxing Dynasty, and the other side is the Jing Kingdom. If we get tired of staying in the Daxing Dynasty, we can go and have a look at the Jing Kingdom."
Song Yin: "No problem, we'll do it your way. By the way, I haven't given my self-created sword technique a proper name yet. I've been thinking about it all the way to the mortal realm, and I finally decided to call it the Suhong Sword Technique. What do you think?"
"Suhong Sword Technique... That's a good name. Does it have any special meaning?" Shi Heming asked.
“Special meaning? No, not really.” Song Yin said simply, “It’s just that when we were on the flying boat, looking down from a high place, we were going upstream, and the scenery was vast and magnificent, so I thought of the words ‘Su Hong’ (溯鸿).
Shi Heming: "..."
This kind of answer seems completely unsurprising coming from Song Yin.
Song Yin tidied up the mess on the table, clapped her hands, and said, "Let's go out for a walk."
Before Shi Heming could recover from the simplistic and crude naming method, Song Yin had already dragged him to the street.
"Steamed buns, piping hot steamed buns."
"Would you like to come in and have a look, sir? Our shop is full of the finest paper, inkstones, brushes, and ink sticks. We guarantee that your child will pass the imperial examinations with these!"
"Boss, this stuff isn't that great either. Can you make it cheaper? Otherwise, I'll have to go to the next store."
"You lost just now, no cheating allowed! Next round, Xingxing and I will start first."
"Gu Lang, keep this purse safe. I spent a long time embroidering it."
The street vendors' shouts rose and fell, customers skillfully bargained, children played and frolicked, and lovers whispered sweet nothings to each other...
Song Yin and Shi Heming walked through the mundane world.
"Lucheng is quite lively. Although it is located on the border, it is a scene of prosperity and flourishing." Song Yin was overwhelmed with excitement.
The cities in the mortal realm and the cultivation realm are not much different, but upon closer inspection, the differences are quite significant.
I didn't have the chance to experience local customs and culture when I was young, and I left the mortal world in a hurry the last time I returned. Now I can finally experience it in detail.
"My benefactor! My benefactor sister!"
The two heard a child's voice behind them, but they didn't pay much attention.
Seeing that her benefactors did not stop, Jiang Youyi rushed forward and blocked them.
Song Yin and Shi Heming were blocked in their way by a child who suddenly rushed out from behind.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the child they had rescued from the kidnappers a few days ago, and the girl whom Shi Heming had affixed with the truth talisman.
After washing up and changing into simple clothes, she almost didn't recognize herself.
"Were you calling me just now?" Song Yin pointed to herself.
It's no wonder she was surprised, because both she and Shi Heming possessed minor magical abilities that prevented them from leaving a deep impression. Simply put, they were unrecognizable and their appearances were forgotten.
Jiang Youyi nodded, "I remember you two benefactors. It was because you defeated those bad guys that we were able to be rescued."
Song Yin said to Shi Heming, "This girl is quite special; she actually recognizes us."
Shi Heming: "That shouldn't be the case." The spell shouldn't have failed.
While Song Yin was talking to Shi Heming, Jiang Youyi stood silently without interrupting.
Song Yin bent down and leaned closer to the little girl, asking, "How do I look?"
Apart from the time she was abducted, no stranger had ever gotten so close to her. Jiang Youyi was a little nervous and at a loss, but she tried to suppress her unease and pretended to be calm, saying, "Just like everyone else, I feel very safe."
It means it's just ordinary, but it's impressive that she went to such lengths to praise it.
This means the minor spell didn't fail. It's likely that the girl has a good memory; she can even remember an ordinary, unremarkable face.
Song Yin: "What's your name? How old are you? Didn't the government arrange for you children to go home? Why are you still in Lucheng?"
"My name is Jiang Youyi, and I'm eleven years old." Jiang Youyi thought for a moment and then revealed her real name. "I dare not go back easily."
Song Yin: "You dare not go back easily?"
Jiang Youyi looked at Song Yin, then at Shi Heming, and finally chose the more approachable Song Yin. She leaned closer to Song Yin and whispered, "I'm afraid I'll be arrested again."
Song Yin and Shi Heming exchanged a glance. She asked in confusion, "Take them away?"
Jiang Youyi nodded. "I ended up in Lucheng because of relatives in my family."
Song Yin: "You mean you were framed by your relatives and ended up in the hands of kidnappers?"
"Um."
Song Yin's scrutinizing gaze fell on Jiang Youyi, the child. He spoke clearly and articulated himself, unlike a child from an ordinary family.
"So what do you want to do by stopping us?"
Jiang Youyi: "My ancestor was very powerful. As long as my two benefactors can escort me back, I will definitely reward them handsomely!"
Song Yin: "We don't lack gold and silver." She had a pile of spirit stones and gold and silver in her storage ring. The gold and silver were specially prepared by her master's wife for her life in the mortal world.
Jiang Youyi lowered her head and said timidly, "...I'm sorry, I offended you both."
She's really just a child, unlike herself back then. Song Yin sighed, watching the passersby. There happened to be a teahouse nearby.
"This isn't the place to talk. Let's go to a teahouse."
Jiang Youyi looked up, her eyes reddening.
After finding a corner to sit in the teahouse, Song Yin lightly tapped the table twice with her fingertips, and a small barrier enveloped them.
Song Yin: "Explain clearly why you encountered this situation, and that we do not know who your ancestors were."
Shi Heming handed the tea to Song Yin, saying, "Drink some water to soothe your throat."
"Thank you." Song Yin took the tea and drank a few sips. It was far inferior to the tea her master and the others brewed.
Jiang Youyi: "I am a child of the Jiang family. My ancestor was a famous prime minister of our dynasty. My ancestor was very old and resigned from his post many years ago. My ancestor was 104 years old. He felt that he did not have much time left and wanted to return to his roots. So he took us, the younger generation, back to our hometown. I was arrested on the way back to my hometown."
"Prime Minister Jiang? I don't know him," Song Yin replied truthfully.
One hundred and four years old, three years older than myself. It's not easy for a mortal to live to this age.
She was itching to hear something interesting, so she took out some sunflower seeds that Han Changyu had roasted and, while eating them, asked, "Why did your relative want to harm you?"
Jiang Youyi remained silent.
Song Yin: "If you answer truthfully, I can consider sending you back to Qiyuan County, Changzhou."
Jiang Youyi: "Really?"
Song Yin: "Of course it's true, I never lie to children." Yeah, right, it depends on my mood.
Jiang Youyi: "Because our ancestor personally said that he wanted to leave a portion of the family business to me, but the others were unwilling, so..."
Song Yin transmitted her voice to Shi Heming: "It's so vulgar, but it's also the reason why it's so real."
Shi Heming transmitted his voice: "So, are you going to send her back?"
Song Yin transmitted her voice: "I'll think about it some more."
Shi Heming transmitted his voice: "Are you lying to a child?"
Song Yin transmitted her voice: "I'll give you one more chance, speak properly."
Shi Heming transmitted his voice: "I'm sorry, Yinyin never lies."
Jiang Youyi didn't hear a reply for a long time, and she looked at the two adults in confusion.
Song Yin coughed lightly, "I know about your situation, but please sit here and wait for me for a moment."
She got up and left to talk to the waiter on the other side.
Seeing Song Yin leave, Jiang Youyi felt uneasy. She silently moved her position away from the taciturn Shi Heming.
This benefactor was a man of few words and aloof; she always felt he was fierce, so she kept her distance—she was a little scared.
Not long after, Song Yin returned. Instead of sitting down, she tapped the table and said, "Let's go, little Jiang Youyi, I'll take you home."
Jiang Youyi's face lit up with joy. "Thank you, benefactor sister!" She didn't know why her benefactor sister had suddenly agreed; she only knew that she was going to be protected and taken home.
Shi Heming transmitted his voice: "Why did you agree again?"
Song Yin transmitted her voice: "I inquired about Prime Minister Jiang of the Daxing Dynasty. His reputation is good; he's a good official. The flying boat should speed up its journey to Changzhou. It won't take long; we should arrive today."
Shi Heming said he understood.
After leaving the teahouse, Jiang Youyi followed Song Yin, glancing at her several times, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
Song Yin lowered her eyes: "Say what you want to say."
Jiang Youyi: "Can I... hold my benefactor's hand?"
Song Yin: "..." Kids are so troublesome. I was definitely more well-behaved and less troublesome than Jiang Youyi when I was a child.
Song Yin extended her hand.
Jiang Youyi's eyes lit up as she carefully took Song Yin's hand.
Song Yin finally understood: because she had saved her from the kidnappers, the girl was now very dependent on her.
"Do the officials know that you're asking us to send you back?"
"I lied to them and said someone was coming to pick me up..."
Song Yin looked down in surprise. She couldn't believe it. This little girl was so bold. Wasn't she afraid that she wouldn't agree?
After reaching the city gate, Jiang Youyi asked cautiously again, "Shouldn't we... find a carriage?"
Song Yin: "No need to look for it, the carriage is too slow, let's fly to Qiyuan County."
Jiang Youyi: "Fei?" Thinking of her unusual behavior on the mule cart, Jiang Youyi nervously gripped Song Yin's hand.
It was precisely because of this unique aspect of them that I thought of asking them to take me home.
Song Yin grabbed Jiang Youyi, and in the blink of an eye, they were already flying far away.
Jiang Youyi was stunned.
They actually flew very far in an instant. They are truly special. Perhaps they are the immortals that our ancestors talked about.
Shi Heming released the flying boat. "Let's go."
Jiang Youyi was completely dumbfounded; such a huge ship had suddenly appeared before her eyes.
Song Yin carried Jiang Youyi to the flying boat.
As the flying boat ascended into the air, the surrounding scenery rapidly receded, and she finally found her voice again, "You...you are immortals?"
Song Yin: "You know about immortals?"
Jiang Youyi nodded blankly, "Our ancestors often told us stories about immortals. He said he saw an immortal when he was a child, but unfortunately he wasn't chosen by the immortal."
It seems that Jiang Xiang is someone who has gone through the selection process for disciples by the immortal sects.
Song Yin snapped her fingers, canceling the minor spell she was maintaining. Since there was no one else around, she no longer needed to hide.
Jiang Youyi was so shocked by the drastic change in appearance that she was speechless once again.
Two ordinary people suddenly became extraordinary.
No, my benefactor sister and the others are immortals.
Jiang Youyi was still in a daze when Song Yin and the others sent her back to Qiyuan County.
After the airship landed, Song Yin asked Jiang Youyi, "Do you know exactly where your home is?"
Jiang Youyi: "Jiang Family Village".
“Jiangjia Village…” Shi Heming recalled, “I know Jiangjia Village. It’s not far from Shijia Village. Back then, their village didn’t encounter any disasters.”
Jiang Youyi: "My house is easy to find. My ancestors said that they renovated the houses in the village a long time ago. My house is the largest house in Jiangjia Village."
Upon arriving at Jiangjia Village, it was indeed as Jiang Youyi had predicted.
Song Yin led Jiang Youyi to the door and heard arguing coming from inside.
"Youyi has been missing for so many days, and you, her uncle and aunt, aren't you worried at all!"
“Great-grandfather, it’s not that we’re not worried, but we just can’t find that child. Xingguo is such a big place, who knows where Youyi has been taken? She might have met with some misfortune along the way.”
"Fine, fine! Cough cough! You won't listen to me anymore, all you do is look at me, an old man with half my body in the ground. Let me tell you, what belongs to Youyi, not a single penny less! Even if Youyi is gone, I won't give it to you!"
“Great-grandfather, you are too biased. Youyi is your descendant, and Chengde is also your descendant. Chengde, quickly tell your ancestor.”
"Grandmother, Chengde is no less than Youyi, so why do you always think of Youyi? Is it just because she is the youngest child in our generation?"
"Get out of here, all of you! Cough cough cough! If you won't look for Youyi, I, Jiang Dashan, will find her myself!"
"Great-grandfather! Be careful! Don't walk too fast!"
"Grandpa, watch your step."
There was a commotion behind the door, the sound grew louder as it approached, and then the door was suddenly flung open.
A group of people surrounded Jiang Xiang, worried that he might fall.
After opening the door, Jiang Dashan froze. He slowly lowered his head and saw the familiar Jiang Youyi.
"Youyi, is that you, Youyi?"
Jiang Youyi released Song Yin's hand and immediately threw herself into Jiang Dashan's arms, "Grandpa, sob sob sob..."
"My dear Youyi, your parents are in the capital. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have brought you back to our hometown. You've suffered so much." Jiang Dashan, an elderly man, looked at his most beloved junior returning home, tears welling in his eyes.
"And who are you two?" Aunt Jiang Youyi asked hesitantly.
Looking at the two distinguished young men in front of her, she was somewhat unsure of what to do.
Jiang Youyi looked up: "Ancestors, they are my benefactors. They rescued Youyi from the kidnappers and personally brought Youyi back."
After hearing this, Jiang Youyi's uncle and aunt's faces twitched, and their expressions turned somewhat unpleasant.
Their son, Jiang Chengde, kept staring at Song Yin's face.
Shi Heming's expression was displeased. He released a small amount of invisible pressure, which instantly made Jiang Chengde kneel on the ground.
"Chengde? Chengde, what happened to you?" Aunt Jiang Youyi rushed to help her son.
Song Yin suddenly spoke up: "Jiang Dashan... Dashan..."
Uncle Jiang Youyi said fiercely, "How dare you call my great-grandfather by his name? Kneel down now!"
"Shut up! If you talk nonsense again, your whole family will get back to the capital and stop troubling this old man!" Jiang Dashan turned around and scolded his unfilial great-grandson.
"Great-grandfather!"
“If you still can’t understand human language, I’ll kick you out of the Jiang family and remove your names from the family genealogy.”
Uncle Jiang Youyi was so frightened that he dared not utter a sound.
Only then did Jiang Dashan look at Song Yin and the others. The old man dragged his frail body and said, "We have an unfilial descendant in our family. Please forgive us. You are Youyi's saviors. Please come in."
Jiang Youyi whispered, "Ancestor, they are immortals. I have personally seen the immortals you told me about."
As Jiang Chengde was being helped up, he heard someone mocking, "Don't think that good-looking people are immortals. Jiang Youyi, you're really stupid."
Jiang Youyi immediately retorted angrily, "Jiang Chengde, you're the stupid one, and you have no brains. No wonder the Ancestor doesn't like you."
Jiang Chengde was furious when he heard this. "Grandfather, look at Jiang Youyi. She just came back and she deliberately provoked me. I am clearly older than her, but she doesn't call me brother. Instead, she calls me by my full name."
Jiang Dashan ignored the fool.
Upon entering the room, a maid immediately served tea.
Jiang Dashan asked kindly, "May I ask what your names are?"
"Song Yin".
"Shi Heming".
Jiang Dashan: "You two saved my daughter Youyi, and my Jiang family is certainly grateful. Please feel free to ask for anything you want."
Aunt Jiang Youyi rolled her eyes, and her uncle's face was equally unpleasant.
Aunt Jiang Youyi: "Young people these days don't even know how to greet their elders."
Jiang Chengde then stared at Song Yin.
Shi Heming appeared calm on the surface, but his desire to teach Jiang Chengde a lesson had reached its peak, and from the very beginning, he had been staring at Yinyin with a disgusted look.
Seeing this, Song Yin pressed down on his hand and transmitted her voice: "If nothing unexpected happens, Jiang Dashan should be an old friend who has been kind to me."
Jiang Dashan was so angry he was panting heavily. He had wanted to make a good impression on his guests, but now he had no intention of doing so at all: "Get out of here, you and your family!"
"Great-grandfather!"
"Ancestor!"
"Men, drag Jiang Chengde and the others out."
"No, no, we'll go out ourselves."
After leaving, Jiang Chengde and his family looked back one last time, and left indignantly.
Unfortunately, Jiang Youyi actually came back.
The old man's already slightly hunched back became even more bent. "Alas, what a misfortune for our family. Please forgive us for making you both laugh. I apologize on their behalf."
Song Yin: "Grandpa Jiang, on the way back, I heard Youyi say that you saw immortals when you were young. Where did you see them?"
"Where did you see the immortal?" Jiang Dashan didn't expect the girl to ask this. "Seeing the immortal was when I was a child. I was only nine years old then, younger than Youyi. My elders took me to Qingshi Village to test my affinity with immortals, but unfortunately I failed."
Song Yin took a deep breath. The old man in front of her was the grandson of the old man who had given her a ride years ago. It was because of him that she had changed her mind and gone to join the fun.
From a certain perspective, Jiang Dashan and his grandfather were his guides on the path to immortality.
Who would have thought that some of our old friends are still alive?
But the old friend has grown old, and now he has many children and grandchildren.
Jiang Chengde and his family were squatting in the corner outside the door.
Did you hear what I said clearly?
"It sounds like they're talking about immortals."
“My great-grandfather brought up the events of that year again, but so many years have passed.”
"Our ancestors always dwelled on what happened back then, just because they weren't chosen. If I hadn't been chosen, I wouldn't have been so fixated on it. One should be magnanimous."
inside the house.
After a long silence, Song Yin finally said, "It truly is fate."
Jiang Dashan asked in bewilderment: "Fate?"
Song Yin: "Dashan, after the spiritual root test was completed back then, how were you and your grandfather?"
"My grandfather and I... I didn't say that it was my grandfather who sent me to Qingshi Village back then... Wait, could it be that you!" Jiang Dashan suddenly became agitated and stood up from his seat.
“It’s been almost a century since we parted ways back then. Dashan, it’s been a long time.” Song Yin also stood up and said with emotion.
After listening for a while, Jiang Youyi finally understood some of it. "Benefactor sister, do you know my ancestor?"
Jiang Dashan was excited. He looked at Song Yin and then at Youyi. The past seemed to be right before his eyes. He laughed heartily, "Hahaha! Youyi, you can't call her sister. She's about the same age as the Ancestor. Do you remember what the Ancestor said about a friend who was chosen back then? That friend is her."
Jiang Youyi: !!!
Jiang Youyi opened her mouth wide, feeling the wonder of fate for the first time.
Then she realized that this was against the rules and immediately covered her mouth.
The maids standing nearby were also shocked and secretly observed.
The family squatting in the corner outside were dumbfounded.
"What did the ancestor say? That woman is the same age as him?"
"Is she an immortal? Is she really an immortal?" Aunt Jiang Youyi murmured.
Uncle Jiang Youyi's face was ashen, as if he had eaten shit. If what his great-grandfather said was true, then he must have offended a deity!
The conversation continued inside.
Recalling those days, Jiang Dashan was filled with mixed emotions and deep feelings. "After I failed the imperial examination, my grandfather came home and cooked me a delicious meal. Then he taught me that it was okay if I didn't pass, I could still study hard for the exam and benefit the people in the future. It was okay if I didn't pass, as long as I was a good person."
"From then on, I started to study hard. Unfortunately, my grandfather fell ill five years later and passed away. I was very sad at the time, thinking that I must get good grades and strive to do what my grandfather said about benefiting the community."
“Over the years, I still haven’t met my grandfather’s expectations. Even after managing the land for most of my life, there are still kidnappers who have taken away Youyi.”
Song Yin: "The people on the border all remember you, saying that you are a good official who has made sure they have enough to eat."
Jiang Dashan waved his hand, "No, no, this is not my achievement. It's mainly because they are hardworking and support themselves with their own hands."
Seeing that the topic had gone astray, Jiang Youyi shook Jiang Dashan's arm, "Grandpa, please tell us more about the past."
Jiang Dashan lowered his head, his eyes kind, and said, "Compared to what happened before, we are more concerned about whether Youyi has suffered during this time."
Seeing this, Song Yin recounted what had happened that day.
As Jiang Dashan listened, he was filled with heartache. "It's my fault. It's my fault for not taking good care of you."
Shi Heming glanced outside and said, "Jiang Youyi's abduction is not your fault, but rather it was deliberately done by someone with ulterior motives."
Jiang Dashan's voice trembled: "What?!"
Song Yin: "Why don't you ask Jiang Youyi? She knows everything."
Jiang Youyi lowered her head and remained silent.
“Youyi, tell the Ancestor, who wants to harm you? The Ancestor will stand up for you.”
Jiang Youyi remained silent.
A couple sat in the corner outside, their foreheads constantly beaded with cold sweat.
Song Yin: "The fact that you asked us to take you home shows that you are a smart child. If you don't speak up now, it will only embolden the bad guys and make them harm you even more. If someone harms you, they will have to pay for it. Dashan is not young anymore. If you don't speak up, no one will stand up for you in the future."
Jiang Youyi mumbled, "It was my aunt and the others who drugged me and handed me over to the kidnappers." Realizing that someone had actually stood up for her, tears streamed down her face.
Jiang Dashan swayed, clutching his chest, and shakily sat back down in his chair. "Is it really true?"
"My great-grandfather was wronged!"
Jiang Chengde and his family rushed in, shouting their wishes.
“Great-grandfather, it really wasn’t me. I don’t know what I did wrong to make Youyi hate me so much.” As she spoke, Aunt Jiang Youyi took out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears.
Jiang Youyi: "I didn't eat much of that plate of pastries. I woke up halfway there and not only heard you talking to the kidnapper, but I also saw you stuffing a large sum of money into their hands."
"You! You!" Jiang Dashan trembled with rage, as if he were about to faint at any moment.
Uncle Jiang Youyi's eyes flickered. It wouldn't be bad if the old man passed away at this time.
Song Yin flipped her hand, and a bottle of pills appeared in her palm. "Jiang Youyi, give the medicine to your ancestor. The pills will melt in your mouth."
Uncle Jiang Youyi's heart leaped into his throat. How could he have forgotten that there was a hermit here who had a connection with his great-grandfather?
After taking the medicine, Jiang Dashan felt that his long-standing pain had disappeared and his breathing had become much smoother.
“The Jiang family can’t keep you here. From today onwards, take your things and leave. I, Jiang Dashan, don’t need your heartless descendants.”
Just like his father, Jiang Chengde's eyes flickered, and he crawled on his knees to Jiang Dashan's feet. "Grand Ancestor, I haven't done anything wrong. Please don't kick me out. I know nothing about what happened to Mother and the others, Grand Ancestor!"
"You want to stay?"
"I want to! I am a member of the Jiang family, how can I leave the Jiang family? Ancestor, I beg you, the matter of Sister Youyi has nothing to do with me, I will definitely treat Sister Youyi well from now on!"
After all, he was his own flesh and blood. Jiang Dashan sighed and said, "Alright, considering that you are not yet married, you can stay in the manor for now."
Jiang Chengde kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, Ancestor! Thank you, Ancestor!"
When Jiang Youyi's uncle and aunt heard that their son had stayed, hope rose in their hearts. Even if they went out, it wouldn't matter; their son would remain in the family.
Song Yin sat to the side watching the commotion, adding fuel to the fire of the chaotic situation.
"Dashan, do you have any other descendants? I can test their spiritual roots to see if they have a destiny to become immortals. You know the age requirements: six years old and above, and twenty years old and below."
In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Song Yin.
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Author's Note: Song Yin: Let me add fuel to the fire [sunglasses]
Holding a grudge, Song Yin said: "Jiang Chengde, I heard everything you said in the corner. Once I've set up the stage, don't let your failure become a lifelong obsession." [Sunglasses]
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[Empty bowl]
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