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... The conductor, Giles Brent, walked to the center of the stage, holding a baton in his white-gloved hands.
The concert started.
For some reason, the surrounding people seemed intoxicated when the concert formally started, but Chen Heng did not feel the same. He only found the music pleasant, nothing else.
After all, a concert was far inferior to the means of cultivators in bringing one into a land of one’s imagination.
When Chen Heng was young, his parents had brou ...
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