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It was just too bizarre. In a small, dark, scorched space, there was actually a painting with bright colors stuck to it.

The little dark figure was gone. The small classroom was empty.

Xuan Qing used her finger to lightly dab at the entire piece of paper, only to discover that the color imprint on it was still wet.

It was as if the painting had just been painted and pasted onto it