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The temple boy's eulogy echoed through the valley along with the wind, lingering over the village for a long time — maybe after a few years, Hu Zhao and the others would live past the chaotic times, welcoming the year of peace and tranquility. From time to time, they would dig it out from their memories and moisten their eyes.

The voice floated across the snowy slope, the snowy forest