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Xiao Wenfeng looked at the black curtain carefully.

Black was the base color, the breeze was soft, and he could still smell the light scent of ink. Presumably, it had been smeared with ink at the last moment.

The focus of the curtain was not just on the black color, it was even not on the Throwing Knife s and silver needles that Lu Jinnian had shot into the curtain like stars in the sky