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The crowd only saw Zhao Fan's footsteps slowly moving towards the Wu youth. His steps were unhurried, as if each step carried a special rhythm, giving people a feeling of harmony.

"What is he doing?"

Zhao Fan's actions made the group feel extremely puzzled, as they thought to themselves.

Wu youth's gaze froze for a moment as the look of contempt on his face grew even more pronounced