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... f pattering rain reverberates.
On the uneven gray stone steps, puddles form, reflecting the faces of many people.
Breathing paused, somewhat holding their breath.
Or perhaps they open their eyes wide, surprised by his hardness.
Zhou Wuren opened his mouth wanting to persuade, the white-haired old man opposite and Master Wang both furrowed their brows.
"Master Chen, do you know what your words represent?"
Talking about the Northern Martial Arts Worl ...
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