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... nts on Weibo and Twitter, resulting in harmonious comment sections.

Aside from the first day, the people from the Fairy Palace World Tree did not appear again, but their comments had already been scrutinized over and over by various literary figures.

Zhao Huo's first Weibo post had become the most commented post in Weibo history. Everyone piled onto the Fairy Palace World Tree's comment thread: some extended invitations for them to join Weibo and Twitter, some sought apprenticesh ...

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