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Yishu Yuan was currently brewing emotions. The old man rowing thought he had finished reading and couldn't help but chime in.,Yishu yuan's voice slowed down. He widened his eyes slightly, and his pupils dilated unconsciously, as if he were truly hallucinating, seeing a hazy light ahead.,In the dim light, it seemed as if wisps of translucent light flickered and darted before Yi Shumen's drowsy eyes. His mind raced like a carousel, replaying fragmented memories in vivid flashes, even conjuring up hallucinations. He saw figures, scrolls, heard whispers, and imagined himself clad in robes and armor—a kaleidoscope of familiar and unfamiliar selves...。