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... rand Construct Skill, he suddenly paused. A light the size of a tennis ball flew out of his forehead before dissipating between Heaven and Earth. He sighed deeply. Sometimes, it was a curse to always be right.
A talisman flew from the void, and he caught it. A soothing voice echoed in his mind: "I did my best, but even Samsara cannot escape the grips of politics. If it will make you feel better, this won’t affect my promotion, and I’ll gladly return your position and even upgrade it once ...
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