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... an ordinary residence.
In the main room, beside an old desk, Duan Qiaofeng held a turquoise-purple brush, carefully painting complex Runes on a piece of yellow paper.
He looked tense, his eyes bright, focusing intently on the yellow paper as if pouring all his essence, energy, and spirit into it.
Suddenly, footsteps could be heard. Duan Qiaofeng’s moving arm paused slightly, and in the next moment, the yellow paper under the brush spontaneously combusted, turning into as ...
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