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Although he was half kneeling on the ground, the man still carried an imposing aura that no one dared defy. When Jiang Ziqian met his eyes, it was as if someone had seized his throat. He stared at the man in stunned fear, unable to force out a single word. "Say it again." The man’s voice was not loud, but his tone was low and cold, as if it dropped the temperature by a few degrees