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... n at the first two books she pulled out. She had a feeling that the two books were tier breakers, and since just reading them wouldn't harm her, she leaned against the bookshelf behind her and started reading. The books were thin, but complicated, so it took her until evening to read them, but when she was done, a smile creeped to her face.

She finally understood why she could only pull in one droplet of spirit energy at once. And she might have also found a solution. It wasn't perfect, ...

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