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There's a saying that being pretentious is the driving force of human progress.
Fang Weishan loved to show off. When an opportunity to brag arose, he couldn't possibly let it slip by.
"Xuanxing... the Spirit Tree... grows... within... Boundary Heart... for a thousand years... the Spirit Stealing Machine, utterly ten thousand... what was it again... Light Giant Spirit Grass, reaching ten thousand feet... planted... in the core of the Spirit Vein... breaking through... exudes a sap... capable of shattering the void..."
Fang Weishan's recitation was disjointed and filled with errors, much to Zhao Sheng's frustration. Zhao felt anxious for him and thought Fang had picked the wrong hobby.
Just then, someone else entered the living room.
"I apologize for making everyone wait. I was delayed by some matters on the way, so I arrived a bit late."
Dressed in plain white Confucian robes, Meng Quyi entered with an apologetic expression.
