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Na Yan lightly tapped on the stone table with his finger.

He weighed it in his heart for a long time.

Then, his gaze fell on a poem book that was placed beside him.

It was written by Song Zhi!

He didn't have time to look.

He picked it up and flipped through a few pages.

His eyes were filled with admiration.

What a good poem!

Na Yan fought all year round, and to put it bluntly