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... > Suddenly, with a whoosh, a flicker of Golden Crow True Fire surged up to the fingertips and rapidly compressed into a palm-sized flame brush.
Zhao Sheng held the brush in his right hand, facing the stone wall. Suddenly, he moved the brush swiftly, and in mere strokes, a vivid portrait of a skinny old man appeared on the wall.
The old man wore an ornate Magic Robe, but it looked ridiculous on him, like a monkey wearing a crown.
Zhao Sheng, however, showed no signs of amu ...
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