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Hua Mo Chen slowly touched the desk.

His finger had accidentally touched a badly damaged spot under the table. His pupils had unnoticeably shrunk, and he felt somewhat incredulous.

This rift...

He was so familiar with it.

Hua Mo Chen's heart was thumping hard, he touched it again, and carefully examined it.

Could it be a coincidence?

In the temporary residence of the Dumb Monarch