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The voice of Mu Qingge, like the morning bell and evening drum, awakened the elder of the arena. He looked up bewilderedly, glanced at Mu Qingge, then at Diao Yuan, as if only just recalling what was taking place.
He looked towards the central grandstand and gestured to Hua Cangzhu.
Hua Cangzhu’s eyes twitched violently, his heart entangled with jealousy, hatred, and murderous intent, unable to calm down.
However, thinking of the people behind him, he restraine ...
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