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On the third day of moving into the new residence, on the second floor in the Blacksmith Room.
Xia Hong, bare-chested, continuously hammered a massive piece of iron before him.
On both sides of the massive iron, it was in a half-fan shape with a radius of about seventy-five centimeters. In the middle was a round iron piece, roughly ten centimeters thick by sight, with the sides hammered very thin. One look and you could tell they were bl ...
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