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... retty handwriting. To him, observing one’s handwriting was akin to observing the writer himself.
One look at the letter and Lin Jin was able to picture the old Taoist loftily writing the two lines with this brush he had prepared in advance.
He had an overbearing demeanor.
A proud man, he was.
Lin Jin could sense it in his words.
Lin Jin also knew that he was the old Taoist’s target.
Reaching out to pick up the white fur brus ...
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