"Let him in." There was a deep voice in the room, as if it was innate majesty.

Zhang Wuhu glanced back at me and motioned for me to go in.

I nodded, pushed the wooden door open, and walked in.

At this time, I saw that Zhang Tianshi was wearing a purple robe, grinding calligraphy, and the straw paper on the table had already written a lot of scraps.

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