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... entered the river alone to wash away the filth all over his body.
The river water was bone-piercing cold, but it was not a problem for Ye Sheng. The zhenqi in his body was like a furnace, burning fiercely.
After washing away the filth, Ye Sheng wore white clothes and stood there burning incense. He was in a trance. He spread out the white paper on the table, raised his brush, and was about to write.
But the moment he wrote, Ye Sheng saw that he did not grind the ink, and co ...
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