The Literary Monument could gather literary courage or condense righteousness. If he could do these two, his future would be limitless!
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An Le left the Heart Questioning Forest. His white clothes were as white as snow, and the Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword at his waist trembled slightly. It was as if there was a high sword cry that swayed in the surroundings, attracting the sharpness of the bamboo leaves.
The sky was connected to the clouds, and the clouds were connected to the dawn fog. The galaxy was about to turn into a thousand sails.
An Le's white clothes shone brightly, and his palm landed on the hilt of his sword, suppressing the restless Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword.
The pavilion stood quietly under the stars in the sky and appeared in the depths of the bamboo sea.
The starlight reflected on the Literary Monument seemed to attract the stars in the sky.
