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... e let Yelan go, Luo Qing's life had been uneventful. Each day was spent fishing by the harbor or sitting in the teahouse listening to Uncle Tian's tall tales. He seemed less like an envoy from Snezhnaya and more like a local Liyue native.
As always, Luo Qing was on a small boat at the harbor, intently watching the bobbing float on the water's surface. He'd been fishing since sunrise and hadn't caught a single fish. Stubbornly refusing to admit defeat, he was determined not to go home emp ...
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