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While others parting from the mountain would hold feasts and revel until dawn, sharing farewells with friends and hoping for a reunion, he last night alone drank a pot of tea.,But how could he possibly tell his fellow disciples about his true plan Xu Ya Jun, after all, was a disciple of a prominent family, backed by their powerful lineage. His elders were even practicing in the mountains themselves.,Once, when Zhao Fuyun read biographies or historical records, he often lamented that murderous intent often lurked in moments of self-indulgence and enjoyment, more so after drinking parties.。