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As the minutes and seconds approached, Chen Yuan was also carefully sizing up everything in front of him, guessing where the so-called Holy Pond would eventually appear.
At least for now, it seemed calm and tranquil to him.
Just as Chen Yuan’s thoughts began to wander and speculate, suddenly, funeral music came from afar, and in the void, someone flew, scattering white paper money, led by a middle-aged man in a black Martial Arts robe at the forefront ...
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