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Cheng Xirong glared at Fu Zhou with a warning look. However, he revealed a trace of helplessness at the very end. It was like a syllable, rising high and sharp all the way up to the highest point and suddenly coming into contact with a soft hand. The hand moved, and then it came down again, with a quivering sound, and slowly dissipated into the air.

He lost his sharpness just like that