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... oomy.
The prison cell was growing darker and more damp.
A man dressed in white sat on the shabby little couch, with a rickety table placed in front of him.
Yet it did not affect his strong and vigorous brush strokes, as if they were iron painted silver hooks, graceful and surprising.
"Master, if you don’t return to Great Xia soon, the Sect Leader will really come to capture you personally! Even if you don’t want to leave Bianliao, why go through such..."
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