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Nine Layered Heavens, support hall. Han Xing lied down on a chair with one leg crossed over the other. He was chewing on a transparent pillar which looked no different from sugar cane.

"I say, Ninth Brother, you let Long Chen see the formation I've set up. It should be fine, right?" Han Xing mumbled as he ate.

"It depends on whether or not you are confident in your talent in formations