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... ards, she silently turned around. The sorrow inside practically formed into a river. She still has the basic training in art, she still has the fundamental ability to admire art, alright!? What the hell, this level was practically just like those great masters, or even divine sages’ level. Why was this like getting attacked?
What happened to having no good points aside from a pretty face?
His skills in qi seemingly can slaughter her grandfather…..
His calligraphy can make ...
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