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... enly felt a bit awkward.

From the elderly man’s clothing and the expensive-looking cane next to him, it was undoubtedly Old Master Mu.

Old Master Mu was thoroughly enjoying himself, and she did not know whether to quietly wait for him to finish playing or to greet him.

Was this a test or a challenge for her?

Yan Qianyi decided to hold her ground for now.

At that moment, Old Master Mu, without lifting his head, asked her, "Which one do you think will win?" ...

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