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The air suddenly grew quiet.
Silence was the theme of the day in Si Fan Valley.
"What if I said I forgot? What would happen?" Jiang Li contemplated this thought in his mind.
For the past twenty or so days, he had been so engrossed in learning that he couldn't extricate himself—there was no time to worry about "Young Hero A Bin."
Even if Jiang Li had come to his senses yesterday, he was caught up in practicing the True Intent Technique Python and exchanging for Ninth Grade Talismans at the Daoist Law Pavilion. Writing, among other things, had long been tossed to the back of his mind.
"You didn't forget, did you?" The diminutive paper figure uttered with a gaze as piercing as a sword.
"How could I?"
Jiang Li replied with a frank face, "It just needs a bit more polishing and refining. You understand how important this sort of elegant writing is in stirring emotions, Elder Brother. And moreover..."
"And moreover what?" Qi Changsheng immediately asked.