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The heavy rain all night made this summer morning refreshingly cool.,Zhao Fuyun felt a resistance hidden within. He knew that if he wanted to help Liang Daozi avenge his death, he couldn't do it through the academy; he had to do it himself.,His gaze swept over those few people, saying nothing. He slung his pack over his shoulder and, amidst the complex gazes of his fellow disciples, strode down the mountain.。