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... hall of Hong Meng Sacred Hall, two middle-aged men were playing a game of chess.


One of them was wearing white long robes and seemed to give off a relaxed yet imposing vibe. The other was wearing purple robes and was calm and tranquil, yet somewhat overbearing.


Although they were on either side of the chessboard, anyone watching these two would think that they gave off an otherworldly vibe.


“Yuan Venerate Violet Sky, this time, you…” The eyes of the man in white gl ...

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