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The temperature in the room was as cold as a winter's wind, penetrating to the bone. The man kneeling on the floor kept his head down and did his best not to panic on the spot.
Shang JunLin gazed at Shen Yu, and the ink in his eyes grew darker and darker.
The low air pressure pressed on him, silently urging him to walk over. Shen Yu took a few steps forward. He stopped a short distance from the pool of blood.
He could feel the immense weight and force of those eyes ...
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