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... heir faces.

“This is the real 12 Heavenly Dao Painting? It doesn’t look like it at all!”

“This thing is also too ordinary, right? If it was given to me, I might directly throw it away.”

“What’s laughable is that Kong Tan thought he obtained the 12 Heavenly Dao Paintings. But it turns out that they were actually counterfeits!”

… . .

This lambskin scroll was seriously too ordinary. f𝐫ee𝘄ℯ𝚋no𝐯𝐞l.c𝘰m

Even if he saw it with his own eyes, they were ...

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