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Silence at night

Occasionally, the sound of brushes brushing across Xuan paper could be heard.

He saw a black robed Shen Qingchen sitting in front of a desk. His slender hand was holding onto a brush as he wrote something down.

On closer look, it was densely packed with lines of 'Tranquil Heart Sutra' written on it.

Crash *

A piece of paper was already full. Shen Qingchen reached out