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A youth of sixteen or seventeen, clad in a gray tunic, stood tall and handsome. His eyes were bright and clear.,The fine lines seemed to blend seamlessly with the spirit grass, clinging tightly together, making it nearly impossible to separate them.,Nourished by the spiritual rain, the spiritual plants in the spirit field appeared even more tender and clean. Their spotless branches swayed gently, displaying their gracefulness.。