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"It seems that we hold too much hope for this. After all, it is not easy for me to see such a rare treasure once." The few old men shook their heads regretfully.

This time, it was Song Zhen's turn. Just like before, Song Zhen held a dagger in his hand, and very quickly, the surface of the yellow stone became the size of a fist, slicing through. The rock in his hand was like a piece of dirt