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The Black River stretches for eighty miles, its waves surging and crashing. A gentle breeze ripples the water's surface, causing the reeds to sway and rustle.,The damp, cold mist gathered into clumps, and in no time at all, it soaked through Bai Qi's rough homespun clothes.,The remaining length of rope was held firmly in his hand, and he secured the other end to the stern of the small boat, dragging it behind him as a long trail of water churned in its wake.。