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... many people who are closely watching Su Chen's actions.

Every Chosen One has a live broadcast room of his own.

Humans in the outside world can observe the actions of the Chosen One through the live broadcast room.

And now, Su Chen seems to have become Da Xia's last hope.

There are many people who pay attention.

"I hope to get a good seed, even if it's just a low-level mortal."

Many people are praying in their hearts.

According to the information ...

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