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Stopped writing.
The middle-aged man exhaled a breath of white air, which condensed and did not disperse, stretching more than a zhang long, displaying the demeanor of a grandmaster.
"Manman, you're back. Take a look at the poem I've written, does it capture the essence of Zhang Sanfeng..." He lifted his head, but the smile on the middle-aged man's face disappeared as he laid eyes on a stranger.
Had it not been for his sight, he wouldn't have even known the other party was there.
A master indeed!
Zhang Manman immediately introduced Su Jie to her father, Zhang Hongqing: "Dad, this is my classmate and also our class president, Su Jie."
"Nice to meet you, uncle." Su Jie extended his hand.
"Hello."
Zhang Hongqing stood up from behind the desk, walked up to Su Jie, and shook his hand, "Impressive, young man, blending with nature itself. Had my eyes not seen you, I would have thought you didn't exist at all."
