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... ang, Qing Feng, Ling Si, and others were instantly shocked!

Entering the Dao!

Again, entering the Dao!

And it’s the extremely difficult to cultivate one of the four celestial arts, the Art of the Painting Immortal!

"Impossible! How is this possible?"

"Even ordinary calligraphy entering the Dao is enough to take a genius half a lifetime."

"He’s only been apprenticed for two years, and not only did he enter the Dao with Fish Dragon Dance, but also wi ...

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