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All eyes beheld a crowd clad in homespun tunics, their waists cinched with pale cloth belts. Both men and women sported long hair, styled into loose topknots atop their heads. The faces of the elder men bore etchings of hardship deeper than the yellow earth itself.,"This scholar just wants to save face, how could he not see that",Lin Zhaoran watched the fading figure, his face etched with a mixture of helplessness and resignation.。