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No one knows how much time has passed, the river gently murmurs, yet still there is no response from the Ancient Saint.
Zhang Fusheng couldn’t resist using his finger to write on the ground again. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
[Are you still there?]
For a long time.
The soil slightly wriggled, and new characters emerged.
[I am here]
[I don’t really want to answer that question]
[You should ask me about Divine Techniques... by the way ...
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