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... eisurely waited after finishing their ’seven breaths for a doggerel poem’.
Including Gu Yiwu, the other students were systematically composing poetry or writing lyrics.
When the three sticks of incense had burned out and the music from the zither stopped, they put down their brushes one after another.
At this time, two mystical phenomena successively appeared in the lobby on the ground floor.
All of a sudden, next to Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu halted his steps, strode to ...
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