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"Good morning, Master Ling," the old man greeted the young man who was elegantly walking on the street, his hair waving as he walked, even without the wind pushing it. One by one, the vendors stepped out of their wooden stalls, their arms filled with vibrant, freshly harvested produce-glossy tomatoes, leafy greens, and sun-warmed fruits still scented with earth and morning dew. As they approached Master Ling, they greeted him and handed him their goods. The young man wanted to decline, but it was already too late. The crops and meat are already in his hands.