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Hearing his words, Ding Yi solemnly nodded his head.

Swish!

Everyone inhaled a breath of cold air, and then, in a few strides, they were already in front of Wang Qian, raising their hands and taking out a Eight Trigrams Mirror from their pockets.

There was a layer of copper rust on top of the mirror, making it look very ancient.

Just as Wang Qian touched the Eight Trigrams Mirror