When the young wizard and the witches were whispering to each other, they didn't know that they were being observed by others, just like the famous poem - you are watching the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery are upstairs. Look at you.

On the mountainside of Lishan Mountain, on the rock platforms that protruded suddenly, and behind the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, gentle and scrutinizing eyes fell on the shore of Crescent Lake, looking at the children who were full of liveliness, subtle and Obscure

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