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... pitch-black sky. It was clearly a midsummer afternoon, but the sky was as dark as midnight, and you couldn't see your fingers.
In the Jinding Hall, the lights flickered, and the atmosphere inside the hall was as gloomy as outside.
The elder monks with high seniority and great prestige stood in two rows like an array, all frowning and looking fierce.
Among them, the elder who stood at the head and had the most seniority spoke like a bell: "Lin Shao! You have insulted the mast ...
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