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... aditional Calligraphers Association.
The Traditional Calligraphers Association’s judging area.
In the middle of the conference table, a man in a snow-white shirt sat, his eyes lowered. His pale fingers tapped on the computer’s surface, fine black hair falling over his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes and brows carrying an air of coldness.
Even without speaking, one could feel the chill of his lofty demeanor soaking his whole being.
With a single movement of his f ...
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