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... n stick, furrowing his brow deeply, unable to refrain from reaching out his hand to stop it. But it was of no use; as soon as he let go, the small wooden stick immediately began to spin wildly again.
"This—"
Xizhe’s brows formed into a knot, and the next moment, he pulled out the small wooden stick, his gaze sharpened. With a "crack," he directly broke the wooden stick into two parts, one left and one right, inserting them separately into the soil in front of him.
As a re ...
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