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In the early morning of late autumn, the mist had yet to dissipate entirely. Within Gailiu County town, wisps of smoke were already rising from hearths, and faintly, one could hear murmurs of voices.,When the sun was high in the sky, and the sound of hammering 'clanging' could faintly be heard from the front yard, the apprentices finally got their breakfast and had a short break.,Suppressing the tremor in his heart, Li Yuan crouched down again. He didn't attract any other gazes, but his mind couldn't help but wander.。