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At a time when everyone was shaking their heads and sighing, the fat shopkeeper seemed to completely ignore the expressions of the people around him. Instead, his demeanor became serious and his tone extraordinarily grave.
"The Ancient Heavenly Phoenix? That fatso really knows how to blow his own trumpet!"
Suddenly hearing these four words, the onlookers first froze, then expressions of extreme peculiarity crossed their faces. Was this yet another earth-shattering bluff ...
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