Chapter Nine: Imperial Palace Duel on the Continent of Wind and Moon

When Ye Tianlong woke up, he found himself lying naked in bed. He jolted awake, throwing off the covers. "I've never slept naked. What's going on today? Did someone set me up?" He examined himself closely and found himself surprisingly energetic.

Ye Tianlong pondered, vaguely remembering having sex with several women the night before, but upon closer inspection, he couldn't recall anything. Looking around the room, it was neat and tidy, not at all like a place of frenzied intercourse; even the sheets were clean.

He jumped off the bed, grabbed his clothes, and was about to put them on when he realized, "Strange!" He stared at the new outfit in his hand, lost in thought. He had never seen anything like it before. "When was it delivered? I have no recollection of it." Ye Tianlong tapped his head, deep in thought, when the guard summoning him for a duel arrived.

According to the emperor's decree, Ye Tianlong's duel with Cliff would take place in the Auspicious Hall of the Sanssouci Palace.

When Ye Tianlong, led by palace attendants, entered the bustling hall, he was startled by the scene before him. Facing north, directly opposite the hall's entrance, was the lofty throne, but it remained empty, for the most important figure always appeared last.

Not far in front of the throne, a temporary platform, two feet high and three zhang square, had been erected in the center of the hall, surrounded by pillars and iron chains. Below the platform sat about a dozen people, some with white hair, others with youthful faces, varying in height and build. But they all shared one thing in common: their eyes were piercing, their expressions calm and collected, exuding the air of seasoned masters. They were the referees for today's duel.

Behind them, seats were arranged around the platform, with those at the front being the highest-ranking royal nobles and ministers, and those at the back being ministers and ordinary nobles of lower status. To Ye Tianlong's even greater surprise, they had even brought their families, who were now sitting at their seats, whispering and discussing amongst themselves.

Upon seeing Ye Tianlong enter, everyone turned to sized up this guy who had just arrived in the capital and was already making a splash. At first glance, they felt that although his appearance was somewhat rugged, his straight nose, square jaw, and tall stature made him quite a charismatic man. Many people couldn't help but stand up and applaud, encouraging him for his courage in dueling Cliff, one of the Four Swordsmen of the Capital.

Ye Tianlong muttered to himself, "How did it turn out like this? It's like watching a grand performance, treating me like a monkey?" In his memory, a duel was simply two people finding a place, under the watchful eyes of several witnesses, each displaying their skills in a fierce battle. He never expected it to attract so many people and be so grand. Despite his thoughts, he was still momentarily captivated by the scene before him. He walked around smugly, gesturing and casting flirtatious glances at the beauties in the hall.

To be honest, Ye Tianlong had never seen anything like it before. The men in the hall wore various high crowns and elaborate headdresses, their finely woven brocade robes over floral satin linings, their every movement elegant and graceful, in no way inferior to the women displaying their charm.

The women, dressed as if attending an important banquet, mostly wore elaborate palace hairstyles, their clothing consisting of light, flowing robes, adorned with gold and jade hairpins that swayed with their movements.

Some, however, had very short tops, revealing large glimpses of their snow-white breasts at the triangular neckline, while their high-waisted skirts flared out wide, like blooming flowers, making them stand tall and graceful.

Some wore tight-fitting jackets embroidered with flowers and butterflies, over which were carved silk gowns. Their hands fluttered in the wide sleeves, revealing two delicate, white arms that appeared even more alluring against the light, ethereal silk gauze. Adorned with gold armbands, jade rings on the fingers, pearls adorning the earlobes, sachets at the elbows and waists, bracelets around the wrists, and jade belts at the waists, the scene was a dazzling spectacle of fragrant clothes, tinkling ornaments, and mesmerizing beauty.

Ye Tianlong, newly arrived in the capital, was completely unaware that duels between nobles had been rare for a long time, and that this time, Cliff, one of the four invincible swordsmen of the capital known for his swift swordplay, would be among them. Those who heard the news naturally wanted to witness it. For them, attending the duel was like participating in a grand festival, so everyone dressed in their finest attire. Some women even saw it as a perfect opportunity to showcase their fashion.

Many of them wouldn't have had the chance to watch originally, but thanks to some busybody's arrangement, this duel became the most-watched noble duel in history. If Ye Tianlong had known this, he might have been even more proud; his fame had spread throughout the nobility, becoming known to everyone.

As Ye Tianlong walked towards the stage, he suddenly heard a commotion behind him, mixed with women's screams. He couldn't help but think he had such great charm, and just as he was about to revel in it, the next shouts immediately shattered his smugness.

"Cliff!"

"Cliff!"

"Well done!" The women's screams were mixed with whistles, creating a lively scene that caused some of his male companions to frown frequently, secretly feeling quite jealous.

Ye Tianlong turned around and saw Cliff, dressed in a smart outfit, with a commanding presence, broad shoulders, a slender waist, and handsome features, walking gracefully into the hall, his hand resting on the sword hanging at his waist. His smile was enough to captivate a large group of women. As he walked, he greeted everyone, drawing cheers from the women and envy from the men. One man, with a slightly narrow mind, was burning with jealousy and shouted, "Ye Tianlong, defeat Cliff!" This drew boos from the women.

Cliff walked up to Ye Tianlong, extending his right hand in a friendly gesture, and said, "Regardless, I greatly admire Commander Wan's courage and magnanimity! I'm truly pleased to have the opportunity to compete with you."

Upon hearing this, Ye Tianlong felt a surge of anger. Wasn't this a blatant admission that he was no match for Cliff? What courage and magnanimity? Wasn't this just mocking his own overestimation of his abilities? He laughed and said, "I've heard you're one of the Four Swordsmen of the Capital, known for your swordsmanship as swift as the wind. I'd love to see your skill later. I hope you won't disappoint!"

Before the fight even started, the two began exchanging words. Those standing nearby heard everything clearly and cheered them on. This puzzled Ye Tianlong. Cliff was one thing, but he was a complete stranger to them, so why were people cheering for him?

Just then, he saw Liu Qin'er and Yu Zhu waving at him. Yu Zhu was also sitting to the side, smiling at him. Looking at Liu Qin'er and Yu Zhu, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with their graceful figures and charming demeanor, Ye Tianlong's eyes lit up. Their ethereal beauty attracted the attention of many noble youths, some of whom even fawned over them.

Ye Tianlong shooed away the annoying flies and sat down between the two women. Liu Qin'er and Yu Zhu nestled against him with charming smiles, drawing all eyes to the room. Many cast envious glances, including Cliff's murderous glare. Others wondered why a man like Ye Tianlong, not particularly outstanding, could win the heart of such a beautiful woman. The pretty Yu Zhu aside, the beautiful and generous Liu Qin'er was notoriously difficult to win over in the capital; countless young men from wealthy families had pursued her, only to be rejected.

Liu Qin'er asked with slight worry, "Tianlong, what do you think? If it's not working out, just jump off the stage. It's embarrassing, but I don't want to see you..." She trailed off, but her expressive eyes betrayed her meaning.

Yu Zhu whispered, "Sister Qin, Cliff seems a bit strange today. He seems weaker, but he doesn't seem to realize it. It's really strange." She then turned to Ye Tianlong and asked, "Young Master, what happened last night?"

Ye Tianlong paused, vaguely recalling the events of last night. A thought struck him: could it be that Cliff, like him, had been the victim of a mysterious scheme? Why then did Cliff feel nothing, while he retained some memory? Thinking this, he looked up at Cliff, who was talking to someone beside him, scrutinizing him closely. He seemed to sense a hint of fatigue in Cliff's eyes, perhaps due to Yu Zhu's reminder, which Ye Tianlong found increasingly clear.

Liu Qin'er was quite surprised by Yu Zhu's words. It seemed Yu Zhu was truly far more skilled than herself, on a completely different level. To be able to discern a person's true strength from their appearance was rare indeed, placing her among the top experts. She had truly underestimated her before. If Yu Zhu was right, then Ye Tianlong could indeed contend with Cliff, and his chances of victory were not small.

Ye Tianlong chuckled and said, "I'm not entirely sure about what happened last night either, I'll tell you later. Tell me, how did you end up sitting here?" He noticed their seats were quite far back, which wasn't the usual arrangement.

Liu Qin'er said in annoyance, "Ugh, it's really infuriating! We were too late and didn't get front seats."

Ye Tianlong asked in surprise, "What? You have to buy seats? Really? I've never heard of that before?"

Liu Qin'er said, "This is the first time I've encountered something like this. It seems this ticket seller is making a lot of money! Look how many people are here! Ten gold coins per seat, and the good front seats are several times more expensive!"

Ye Tianlong was greatly surprised and said, "Doesn't His Majesty care? This is his territory, and someone is so audacious, what do they take our duel for?" The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Damn it, they're actually profiting from my situation without even telling me, not even giving me a share of the profits! That's a huge loss for them.

Liu Qin'er and Yu Zhu giggled upon hearing this, their alluring beauty attracting many glances, some even staring intently. Yu Zhu laughed, "My lord, I asked the same question earlier, and then I realized that the person handling this matter is of extremely high status. You see, even those princes and nobles obediently paid their money for tickets, which tells you a lot."

"Oh, so who exactly is this person?" Ye Tianlong asked curiously.

"It's her!" Liu Qin'er pointed to the side near the throne, where a girl in white was sitting.

Upon seeing her, Ye Tianlong couldn't help but exclaim, "Goodness, this girl is truly beautiful!" He felt as if he had seen her somewhere before, but couldn't quite place her. He chuckled to himself, "Perhaps I've seen her in a dream; I always dream about beautiful women."

The girl's clothes were made of a material that was neither silk nor satin, possessing an indescribable luster, which further accentuated the girl's snow-white skin, making it appear delicate and supple, as if it would release water if pinched. Her delicate face was as beautiful as a blooming peach blossom, and sitting there, she exuded an air of nobility. Unfortunately, her overly lively eyes somewhat detracted from her dignified bearing, but they only made her more endearing, suggesting a lively and energetic personality.

Beside the young woman stood two pretty maids, one in green and one in yellow. The mistress was beautiful, and the maids were equally stunning; the three of them complemented each other perfectly, like fairies in a painting. The only flaw was that one maid wore a sorrowful expression, her face slightly pale, while the other glared angrily at Ye Tianlong, as if she wanted to devour him, leaving Ye Tianlong completely bewildered.

Ye Tianlong thought to himself, "No wonder it's the capital; there are so many beautiful women. Even these maids are so pretty. It's much better than Xijiang. It seems coming to the capital was really worth it."

Seeing that the person who was using him to make money was such a beautiful woman, Ye Tianlong's anger vanished a hundred thousand miles away. "Forget it, I'll settle accounts with her later. I can even ask her out. Haha, just thinking about it makes me happy!" Ye Tianlong stared at the girl.

Sensing Ye Tianlong's gaze, the girl's cherry lips slightly curved, as if she muttered something. The two maids glared at Ye Tianlong, their expressions seeming to say, "You'll be sorry.

" "Who is she?" Ye Tianlong asked Liu Qin'er, so he could go find her later.

"Didn't you see her seat is next to the Emperor?" Liu Qin'er rolled her eyes at him. "Don't tell me you don't even know the famous Princess Qian. Let me tell you, don't even think about messing with her just because she's pretty!"

Ye Tianlong reached under the seat and pinched Liu Qin'er's round, firm thigh, then whispered in her ear, "Strange, how do you know what I'm thinking? Are you a mind reader? Hahaha!"

Liu Qin'er was both embarrassed and angry, gave him a look that said she was ignoring him, and turned her head away.

Yu Zhu chimed in, "Young Master, Princess Qian, the Emperor's only daughter, isn't like us women who are so easily fooled. At such a young age, she's already one of the top magicians on the continent, bestowed the title of Grand Magician, and she's incredibly clever and mischievous! According to Sister Qin, she's a notorious troublemaker in the capital, known as the 'Little Witch of the Capital.' I think you'd better not provoke her!"

Ye Tianlong couldn't resist touching Yu Zhu's small hand, grinning as he said, "Have I ever lied to you? I swear to God, I put in a lot of effort to win you over. Besides, why would I go after Princess Qian? She's not as mature and beautiful as you; unripe fruit isn't good!"

Yu Zhu retorted irritably, "You smooth talker! When did you ever pursue us? Sister Qin doesn't know, but I was still... you..." Remembering that time, Yu Zhu's pretty face flushed slightly, too embarrassed to speak.

Ye Tianlong held her soft, jade-like hand, then leaned close to her ear and whispered lewdly, "Yes, you were raped by me, hehe. Since you say so, then tonight I'll definitely rape you to my heart's content."

Yu Zhu rolled her eyes at him, her delicate face flushed red as she lowered her head. Recalling the intoxicating sensation of that blissful experience, she couldn't help but giggle softly. Her lower hand gripped Ye Tianlong's hand in return, making Ye Tianlong look around smugly, radiating a sense of triumphant pleasure.

Those who were watching their every move were burning with jealousy, and Cliff vowed to make Ye Tianlong experience the bitter taste of excessive joy later.

By then, even Yunaya and Gilemans had arrived. Ye Tianlong noticed something interesting: people naturally formed several groups, with Yunaya and Gilemans among the few central ones. He found this amusing, thinking that if he gathered those scattered people together, Yunaya and Gilemans would be furious.

The buzzing among the crowd grew louder, as the most important person, His Majesty the Emperor, had yet to arrive. Just as they were wondering about this, the bells finally rang.

After three chimes, the sounds of string and wind instruments began, and a ceremonial band entered gracefully, playing music as they went. They then dispersed to the sides and continued playing.

Surrounded by his concubines, the Emperor hurriedly entered, followed by his personal guards.

Everyone bowed and waited quietly for the Emperor to take his seat.

After the Emperor sat down, he saw his beloved daughter looking at him with displeasure and couldn't help but smile. "Sorry, I overslept!" The latecomer uttered words that made everyone stumble.

Looking up at the dense crowd before him, the emperor, though somewhat prepared, was still taken aback by the sheer number of over a thousand people. He hadn't expected so many to come; it was truly unexpected. It seemed he had underestimated his precious daughter's abilities, the emperor realized.

However, if he had known what was about to happen, he would never have allowed his daughter to handle the matter entirely. But he wasn't a prophet, and naturally, he couldn't foresee what was to come.

The Emperor cleared his throat, laughed loudly, and said, "Since the founding of the Fast Empire by my late father, it has been a nation built on military strength. Since ancient times, only those with military merit have been granted titles. Without this martial spirit, how could our nation be so prosperous and powerful today, attracting the attention of other nations on the continent? The spirit of dueling has been passed down for a long time. Although there have been casualties, it reflects the spirit of our warriors. However, I regret that our nation's heroes have been lost because of this, and I cannot bear it!"

The crowd hurriedly echoed, "Your Majesty's benevolence is a blessing to our nation.

" The Emperor called out, "Cliff! Ye Tianlong!" The two stepped forward, bowing and awaiting His Majesty's decision.

The Emperor nodded in satisfaction and said, "Both of you are outstanding individuals, heroes of the nation. This time, I have moved your duel to the palace, hoping to give you the fairest opportunity to display your exceptional skills and demonstrate your unparalleled swordsmanship for us."

The two quickly agreed. Ye Tianlong, however, was secretly laughing to himself.

After the rules of the duel were announced, Ye Tianlong and Cliff leaped onto the stage, each taking a corner. The duel was finally about to begin.

"Clang!" Cliff drew his sword first, flicking it with his finger, and the sword emitted a dragon's roar.

"A single sword's chilling light shakes the nine provinces; this sword is called the Cold Light Sword. Please, Thousand Riders, give me your guidance!"

He then pointed his sword diagonally, his face smiling, but unable to conceal the killing intent within.

Ye Tianlong smiled slightly, slowly drawing his own sword, his feet slightly apart, his body slightly turned to the side, his sword pointing towards the sky.

The bell rang, and the duel began.

Cliff bowed, sword hilt against his chest, his entire body like a taut bow, ready to strike. Ye Tianlong stood with his sword clasped, appearing calm and composed. He had made up his mind, completely calm, waiting for Cliff to strike first.

Yunaya and the man beside him exchanged a surprised glance. The man nodded and said in a deep voice, "Something's strange. Why is Cliff's foundation so weak?"

Yunaya suddenly asked, "Three moves?"

"No, five moves! If five moves can't solve the problem, it will be very disadvantageous for Cliff!" The man patted Yunaya on the shoulder. "Third junior brother, you've improved a lot, almost catching up with me."

Yunaya sneered inwardly. He had already seen through it, but he deliberately misspoke, giving his senior brother a chance to show off. Never reveal all your trump cards; this is the first principle of imperial strategy. Yunaya had always practiced what he preached.

At this moment, several experts in the arena also noticed the problem and secretly speculated about who was behind it.

Cliff began to move. After circulating his energy for three rounds, the murderous aura he exuded could be felt even by those on the sidelines. It was like an arrow on a bowstring, ready to be released, but when it was released, it was terrifying.

Seeing the chilling killing intent shooting from Ye Tianlong's eyes, Cliff suddenly straightened his back, let out a low shout, and used the momentum to push forward. The Cold Light Sword shot out like lightning, swiftly piercing Ye Tianlong's heart with both accuracy and ruthlessness.

The anxious crowd below immediately erupted in thunderous cheers.

Although the sword was not yet upon him, the killing intent emanating from its tip already made Ye Tianlong feel a chill, but he suppressed his fear and remained standing as before, not even twitching a muscle in his face.

The incoming sword energy made his hair stand on end, a chill penetrating to his very core. Just as it was about to reach his chest, the sword tip suddenly rose, heading straight for his throat.

Only then did Ye Tianlong move, his body retreating rapidly, while his sword swerved, the spine colliding with the tip of the Cold Light Sword. A clear metallic clang rang out as the two swords separated.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the two clashed. Cliff pressed forward relentlessly, while Ye Tianlong retreated step by step, dodging left and right. After a clang of metal on metal, the two men switched positions. Both were drenched in sweat, but Ye Tianlong was in far worse shape than Cliff. His clothes bore several sword wounds, the cuts barely visible.

Cliff's handsome face twisted into a sinister grin. "The next move will take your dog's life!" he sneered. With that, his sword moved like a dragon, aiming for Ye Tianlong's right eye. Just as his arm was about to straighten, the sword trembled and then shot towards Ye Tianlong's shoulder

. Simultaneously, he shifted his foot forward, locking Ye Tianlong's movement in place. The movements were fluid and lightning-fast, leaving the onlookers stunned and worried for Ye Tianlong. Ye Tianlong, looking utterly disheveled, leaned back, bracing himself on the platform with one hand. His entire body spun, as if he had narrowly escaped the attack.

The crowd below erupted in cheers. Those who supported Cliff shouted, "Kill him! Use your ultimate move to kill him!"

"Yes, ultimate move! Ultimate move!"

Liu Qin'er was horrified. She grabbed Yu Zhu's hand and asked, "How could this happen? Didn't you say he was done for?"

Although Yu Zhu was also a little nervous, she comforted her, saying, "It's alright. Cliff won't last long. He'll realize something's wrong as soon as he uses that 'Flash Combo.' I'm just wondering, how come Cliff himself doesn't know? Also, Young Master's strength is more than this, so why is he holding back?"

"What?" Liu Qin'er's surprise turned to anger. "What is Tianlong doing? You made me so worried!"

By this time, the two on the stage had already exchanged blows three or four times. Ye Tianlong managed to dodge every dangerous attack, though he was somewhat disheveled, he escaped unharmed. This excited the crowd below, who stood up, stomping their feet and clapping, shouting excitedly.

"Cliff, well done!"

"Cliff, kill him!"

"Cliff, I love you!" These words displeased his male companions, who then switched their support to Ye Tianlong.

"Ye Tianlong, keep going!"

"Fight hard, try to kill Cliff!"

The chaotic and excited scene below the stage even made the emperor above unable to sit still, and he also began to cheer for Ye Tianlong. Seeing that the emperor had joined in, the two pretty maids who had long disliked Ye Tianlong also began to shout. Seeing the effect of her masterpiece, the beautiful Princess Qian couldn't help but smile broadly, extremely pleased with herself.

At this moment, Cliff, who was already feeling slightly tired, took two steps back. He couldn't help but wonder why he was so weak, while Ye Tianlong remained the same, looking almost unchanged from when they first started fighting. In his anxiety, he couldn't help but gather his energy, preparing to unleash his ultimate move.

Feeling his energy and spirit condense like never before, Ye Tianlong, who was overjoyed, saw Cliff's face suddenly change, then turn flushed. Just as he was wondering what was going on, a sudden change occurred.

Cliff's figure blurred, creating several silhouettes on the stage as he simultaneously attacked Ye Tianlong with his sword. The crowd below gasped in surprise and excitement.

"Flash Combo!"

"Wow! It's Flash Combo!"

"Amazing! Cliff actually used Flash Combo!"

Having witnessed Liu Qin'er's use, Ye Tianlong already knew what to expect. He calmly channeled his inner energy to block the sword, skillfully retreating step by step.

Cliff sneered inwardly, "Let's see how many swords you dodge!" Before he could finish his thought, he suddenly felt weak, as if all his strength was draining away. He was terrified. What was happening? Had someone secretly sabotaged him? But how could he not know? Could it be related to last night's erotic dream?

These thoughts flashed through Cliff's mind in an instant, and his movements slowed. Ye Tianlong sensed Cliff's sudden pause and immediately seized the opportunity, his longsword striking the Cold Light Sword precisely.

Then, something astonishing happened. Cliff, who seemed to have the upper hand, not only had his "Flash Combo" broken, but his entire body jolted, and with a clear, metallic clang, his famous sword flew from his hand, tracing a beautiful arc in the air before landing on the platform.

The entire bustling hall froze instantly, almost silent enough to hear a pin drop. Everyone stared, mouths agape, in utter disbelief at the two on the platform. Even those who had some sense of the situation were momentarily stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Cliff was utterly horrified; his mind went completely blank. The shift from peak to utter despair was too rapid, leaving him no time to even process what had happened. He didn't believe Ye Tianlong had suddenly become so powerful, but the harsh reality told him that the internal energy transmitted through Ye Tianlong's sword was more than twice as strong as before. Coupled with his sudden exhaustion, the clash resulted in Cliff's Cold Light Sword slipping from his hand—something that had never happened to him before, a disgrace to any swordsman.

Ye Tianlong was the first to react. He took a step forward, roared, and raised his sword above his head. His powerful and imposing presence made it seem as if this strike would shatter the heavens. Startled awake, Cliff retreated in a panic, his composure completely disrupted.

The shout startled everyone in the audience. Watching the longsword hurtle towards Cliff like lightning, some women closed their eyes in disbelief, letting out screams. It was clear to everyone that Cliff had lost his will to fight. Though the reason was unknown, Ye Tianlong had clearly turned the tables on Cliff with genuine skill, and his current aura showed he wasn't as weak as he initially appeared. There was only one explanation: Ye Tianlong had concealed his true strength.

Even before the sword arrived, the overwhelming force completely enveloped Cliff's body. His shock and lack of strength prevented him from making a perfect dodge. As the sword approached his head, Cliff closed his eyes. "It's over!" He was unwilling to accept such an inexplicable defeat.

The longsword stopped above Cliff's head. Ye Tianlong coldly stared at his opponent, knowing he had the situation under control.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The crowd below suddenly erupted in frenzied shouts, their fervor completely unlike their earlier cheers for Cliff. Ye Tianlong was taken aback; he had expected them to plead for Cliff's life, but instead, they were kicking him while he was down.

"You want it? I won't!" Ye Tianlong suddenly laughed, tossing aside his longsword. Amidst the bewildered gazes of the crowd, he charged forward, unleashing his most prized martial arts skills, and brutally beat Cliff until he was bruised and swollen, collapsing limply onto the stage.

"I'll beat you into a pig's head, see how you'll seduce women with that stinky face, hmph!" Ye Tianlong finished off Cliff with a kick, then turned to the dumbfounded referees and shouted, "The duel is over!"

The audience, finally snapping out of their daze, stamped their feet and cursed. Today's duel had been incredibly unpredictable, changing so quickly it was dizzying. Many of them pulled out pieces of paper from their pockets and tossed them to the fallen Cliff on the platform. For a moment, pieces of paper fluttered in the air, a sight that broadened Ye Tianlong's horizons. "So this is a custom in the capital's duels—the loser gets these things thrown at them! How novel!"

Busy embracing Liu Qin'er and Yu Zhu who rushed up, he didn't hear the curses hurled at him: "What kind of invincible swordsman is this? He made me lose so much money!" "What a piece of trash!"

Holding the excited Liu Qin'er and Yu Zhu in his arms, Ye Tianlong gently bit their earlobes and whispered, "Do you know what I want most right now?"

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