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... ang Chen held the scripture in his hand, and over the past seven days he had read it hundreds of times. By now, not only did he recite smoothly, but errors were rare, almost forming instinctive muscle memory.
That night
All was silent, Zhang Chen sat beneath the moonlight, absorbing the gentle moon rays that nourished his divine soul, making his senses sharper, his thoughts quicker, and his mind clear. Reading the scripture felt as if aided by divine intervention, and he managed ...
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