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"That's my ancestor!"

Yuan Hua's face became gloomy, looking at the sculpture at the end of the seventh great hall, his eyes lit up with a ray of light, with a hint of sorrow, a sense of nostalgia.

"Are you sure that's your ancestor?"

Jiang Chen asked in a deep voice. The person on top of the ice sculpture held a long spear in his hand