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... bright starlight, and the entire Buqing Mountain echoed with the sound of insects.
In a small courtyard with blue bricks and black tiles, a series of engravings fell on the delicate wooden threshold.
The entire script was extremely elegant and composed, with powerful strokes.
The woman in the green dress was still there, holding a carving knife in her hand.
However, with each stroke, she paused, observing for a while before continuing.
It was as if she was ...
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