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That night, they stayed in Xiang Soong's bedroom and didn't go anywhere.

At first, Qi Tianyun looked at the wall with interest. Xiang Soong himself scribbled down the martial arts moves that were hanging there, but afterwards, he couldn't help but ask: "Don't you practice the sword moves on that book everyday?"

"Cough!" Xiang Soong put down the book and stretched his waist