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... er stove, Qi Xiu, sporting dark circles under his eyes, a stubbly beard, and a weary expression, revealed a hint of joy.

It had taken seventeen days.

He had finally managed to roughly imitate Monk Huai’s Calligraphy.

Although it only captured about sixty percent of its spirit, for an ordinary person, it was already remarkably similar.

Enough to allow Qian Yuzhe to take center stage at the upcoming birthday feast.

Once this task is accomplished, I’ll really ...

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