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Sleeves sweep the floating clouds aside, and robes billow like a crack of thunder. One stroke of the brush ste…

Sleeves sweep the floating clouds aside, and robes billow like a crack of thunder. One stroke of the brush steadies the realm; one gallop of the steed commands the heavens.

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Sleeves sweep the floating clouds aside, and robes billow like a crack of thunder. One str… | Where Winds Meet Database