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... Zhao Wuya was three or four hundred meters away from him, and Zhao became as small as a peanut. Then Zhou assumed a stance and recited the opening poem in a fairly normal voice,
"In a hundred years of life, countless paths unfold, Kings, lords, and immortals are made from mere mortals..."
After finishing reciting the poem, Zhao Wuya ran back over and said, "I heard it clearly, I heard it clearly."
"You heard every word clearly?"
"It’s as if you were speaking right ...
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