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Chapter 3301: I Remain
ion should only take a moment, but he didn't expect that it had already been a month, and the Mid-Autumn Festival was just around the corner.When he heard the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chen Ping's mind ins... all his might."Holy Light Fist..."A golden light, like a blazing sun, erupted from Chen Ping's fist.struck it hard against the copper cymbal.Unfortunately, the punch landed on the bronze cymbal with...