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... > Qin Jun broke the silence and asked; as he spoke, he stepped aside to let him through.
Peng Zhitian frowned and looked at the large door before him. The door, cast from bronze, was covered with a thick layer of dust, seemingly untouched for many years.
Unlike Qin Jun, who dabbled in corpse refinement and inclined towards the use of poisons, he could instantly see through the trickery on the bronze door.
But Peng Zhitian didn’t care. With a palm strike, he sent the bronz ...
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