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"This amusing tale begins with a dragon..."
"The dragon bore the Three Fiends: one Yin, one Yang, and one entwined with love..."
"Come to think of it, Sister Hong, you share a resemblance with this dragon, descending into the mortal realm and embracing the transient world..."
The man in red wore a gentle smile as he gazed at the immortal flower, murmuring to himself