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... e table, the chess board was quiet, black and white intertwined.
The " old " black robe was faint, and he was holding a chess piece in his hand. He was frozen in mid-air, as if time had stopped.
The nine sects 'Mahayana stage surrounded the chessboard, and everyone stared at the game intently. It was as silent as death, and the atmosphere was almost stagnant.
At this moment, Fu Qiong suddenly spoke, " "It's been a day,"
The other Mahayana stage cultivators did not ...
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