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{2}I had a minor illness, and after seeing the respected doctor{0}, I was diagnosed with {1}.Shadow Puppeteer Shadow Tier Outer AreaTheyPreseasonNobody special? Sure. If it's a boring job...The Longing and the Loss"Now that's the real deal!" In front of the Kaifeng Food Guide, someone is devouring a huge platter of freshly made Kaifeng fare, all while giving it an enthusiastic thumbs-up...[Farming IV]TalkEvent TitleDamage Dealt While Throwing UmbrellaDing Qing YouAcupunctureGolden bridles tread through Kucha, as the wind cries through the jade capital. Bright mirrors reflect the sun and moon, to hold back a crumbling world.Press: Switch Weapon Hold: Hide Weapon%s has ended Co-Listening with youA lotus blossoming in flame is a rare miracle; so too is walking the path of Zen while surrounded by desire.Signpost MessagesBlissful Retreat GuestSnowVelvet Shade GuestDeadlysOuLWhat's real?Ten years to raise the silkworm, ten more to spin the thread. For an inch of cloth, a measure of blood is shed. You ponder what hidden secrets could be driving the chain of murders linked to the "Celestial Silk Garment."Withershade Mound is the ancestral cemetery of Sorrowfield Village, where friends and kin lost to disaster over the past twelve years lie buried.PartnershipHot HPGain [Windrider] briefly (allows you to cast an enhanced Airborne Combo) when [Inkwell Fan - Light Attack Charged Skill] hits a unit with Qi below 30%.Go back. There's no hope, no hope.Battle Mode acquisition limit: %d/%dSpin like light and turn for two hawks to fall.Truce Attunement SkillComprehensionI'm listening.Among the ash boxes of the Old Mohist City, some remain empty. The Mohist is sparing in burial rites. A box and but a handful of ashes would do. Yet even their ashes could not be saved.Chun LengyeYan Yi HengWait until the next dayFriends? Well, I was hoping we could travel together... but the wanderer wasn't very interested. Had fate not brought us together, we might never have made it this far.I'm sorry. To lose a wife like that... I understand. My condolences, master.
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