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There was a sudden gasp from the crowd outside. The disciples and Madam Mo looked up sharply. A hush fell over, like a giant hand had covered them, and the crowd slowly parted to let a person through, a person whose face was still dappled with powder and rogue. Despite the ridiculous appearance, there was something dark in his face, a calmness not fitting of this—bizarre—lunatic.
In the distance, the tune of the guqin strummed to a stop.
 
aka Lan Wangji attempts to survive in the body of a short cultivator

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