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lit. floating incense and raining swords
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Categories: knight-errant
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In the bitterly cold wind of the winter morning, a long-bodied, valiant young man, quietly pushed open the door of the only small castor inn in this deserted village with its poplar wooden boards, took out his famous horse, which he regarded as his life like a fiery red horse, and inhaled a long breath of air up to the sky, and the cold wind, quickly rushed into his fiery chest. With a smile that was a mixture of arrogance and sarcasm hanging at the corner of his mouth, he abruptly went up...