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I, Song Heping, abandon my brush for the sword today. I'll depart soon and head south. Waters are turbulent, m…

I, Song Heping, abandon my brush for the sword today. I'll depart soon and head south. Waters are turbulent, mountains steep. I don't seek ranks of merit, but hope for the realm united in peace and prosperity.

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I, Song Heping, abandon my brush for the sword today. I'll depart soon and head south. Wat… | Where Winds Meet Database