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I raised my hand to carefully stroke the fine lines on the inkstone box. My thoughts couldn't help but drift apart.

The box was extravagant enough. If an outsider were to see it, they would probably make a joke about how the clam bought the bead.

Mu Shengming, who the heck is he? It was as if all the resistance around me was like a snake or a scorpion.

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