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When night was about to fall, the sunny weather suddenly changed a bit. A large amount of dark clouds gathered in the sky, as if it would rain at any time.

Gongsun Zan stood on a hillside with his hands behind his back, looking at the sky, feeling just as gloomy as the sky at this moment. Gongsun Zan stood on a hillside with his hands behind his back