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... aced.
On the table, there quietly rested a black object, resembling a disc.
Although it wasn’t a puddle of mud, looking at the object still gave Fang Ze an ominous feeling: A disc? It doesn’t seem much like a spatial tool.
While thinking this, Fang Ze picked up the disc.
The disc was heavy to the touch, almost causing Fang Ze’s back to strain even with his current strength.
Holding the disc with both hands, Fang Ze closely examined it.
The disc was ...
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