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The bowing motion was incredibly smooth, clearly practiced in private, causing Ying Muyao’s mouth to twitch slightly.
One minute, two minutes.
’Can anyone explain to me the meaning of this ritual?’
Ying Muyao felt like she was surrounded by idiots, the ones on stage were morons, those off the stage were dimwitted, and she just happened to be standing on stage.
She didn’t know what to say or what to do, and remembering the interruption earlier, Ying Muya ...
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