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... words.
Every word weighed more than a thousand pounds!
The old Shaolin monk’s face was pale, and blood flowed from the corner of his lips. He staggered back, and his eyes were filled with shock and anger. “Who are you?”
“It doesn’t matter who I am. This calligraphy will be hung in your Great Hall. As long as Shaolin exists, it will be hung there. The day I take it down will be the day the northern army destroys Shaolin!”
Braydon Neal’s fingers moved slightly, and this ...
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