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Chapter 2457: How is this possible?
pen, breathing lightly, and gently dabbed it on vermilion.When the tip of the pen touched the cinnabar, a faint fragrance wafted out, and the cinnabar disappeared, seeping directly into the spiritual...aozhong and demanded an explanation.Yuan Baozhong's face was filled with embarrassment, his entire countenance contorted in a way that was truly unsightly. He had boasted just moments ago, and now if...