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He's skilled at making his fish hard to catch, so he never worries about selling them. Besides, he needs to eat, and also share some with others as gifts.,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.,Just like everyone else, Zhao Fuyun knelt behind a low table. On his left and right sat two beautiful young girls.。