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Qingzhu Hall was the same as always; nothing had changed.
Lu Mingyuan, brush in hand, applied the final stroke, at last finishing the rows of Papermen before him.
With practice, it had become second nature, and he no longer wasted as much paper as he did at the start.
After finishing, he subconsciously glanced toward the withered tree behind him. It was as if a beautiful figure was there—clad in a green Daoist robe, her snowy hair like a waterfall—bracing hers ...
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