C221 Arena

A shiver ran down Chen Bai's spine, prompting him to avert his gaze.

Peering through the tiny aperture, he could sense that the individual on the other side was not particularly skilled in cultivation. Yet, the look in their eyes was unsettling—a cold, indifferent stare born from a life lived on the edge of life and death

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