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                                    What do you mean I'm a cultivator? - Chapter 53
                            
                                                            
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... ning light filtered through the cracks in the cabin walls, casting faint lines across the wood and Charcoal made words.
He re read the careful notes he'd made over the years. Diagrams sketched, then smudged, then sketched again.
Cheng was no artist, but he could draw quite the array on paper. Once again. Another connecting piece. Everything could be used for another purpose.
You can Form an array? Well that just makes you good at making precise strokes of the pen.
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