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... ingle meal had cost Yi Chen two hundred taels of silver. He had been eating from noon until the afternoon, and after two rounds of dishes, he finally left the Gathering Dragon restaurant with a grimace of pain.
When Yi Chen saw the bill, he thought he had entered a swindler’s den and almost pulled out the Dragon-Slaying Sword to fiercely confront the restaurant owner.
Just as Yi Chen raised an eyebrow and placed his hand on the Eight Immortals table, ready to enact the classic ta ...
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