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Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, the middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked up at the black-faced Lan Wenxuan. He frowned and then a professional smile appeared on his face, "Mister, what do you plan to sell? What do you want to appraise?"

"En. " Lan Wenxuan deliberately suppressed his voice and used his True Qi to change his voice. That voice seemed to be somewhat ethereal