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On a beautiful and fragrant prairie, a barefoot, bald man in gray robe sat cross-legged, gently picking a flower, sniffing at the tip of his nose with his eyes closed, and a gentle smile on his face. His smile was incredibly contagious, and even Lord Bo Wanyue, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but be affected and admired him even more....