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Calling this a “painting” was generous, whether it be due to the content or the artist’s skill. This piece had no charm or grace, inferior to what a three-year-old child could muster.
In fact, cultivators thought they could have drawn something better with their eyes closed.
“What the hell is this junk? A child can draw better.” White-robed Greenman sneered.
“And he dared to try.” Another said.
“The...
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