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... nd hall, on a cold stone throne.
Chen Daoyan stood tall and imposing, exuding might and authority. His white hair flowed down, and his brows carried a weighty dignity, naturally emanating an aura of a ruler who could devour mountains and rivers, making others dare not meet his gaze.
"Zhixing, come and sit."
Chen Daoyan pointed to the seat beside himself.
"Alright."
Chen Zhixing was not shy, plopping down beside Chen Daoyan, directly grabbing a pot of Spiri ...
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