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... turned around and proceeded up the steps, arriving before the main seat. His palm gently caressed the icy cold armrest, the thousand-year ironwood was incredibly hard with an inherent chill. Fang La’s Adam’s apple involuntarily moved. In the past, he impeached officials in court, wielded the pen fiercely and used his tongue as a sword, but today this black chair bore the life and death of tens of thousands, the fate of a territory.
Suddenly, he felt somewhat anxious and a bit fearful, bu ...
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