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... and could not help but laugh along with the crowd.
With a darkened gaze, Sima Zhi glared at Room 1 with an icy stare. He grit his teeth in hatred and could only feel his cheeks burning from the surrounding laughter.
This act by the other party was no different from slapping him on the face!
“Fufu.”
A moment later, Sima Zhi suddenly laughed and asked with raised brow, “Fellow daoist, what sect are you from? I’m keen to befriend you. Could you be kind enough to show yoursel ...
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