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... tised.


“What’s your name?”


The old man opened his mouth.


Honglong! Inside his ears, it felt like a god questioning him which shocked his spirit and almost caused him to collapse.


“Jiang… Fire!”


Jiang Li held tight and didn’t say his real name.


“What is your real name?” The old man asked once again.


“Jiang…” Jiang Li stuttered but still tried his best to resist hypnosis and prevent his spirit from a break down.


“Jiang ...

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