C3199 The Fight

Feng Zhentian's lips curled into a mischievous grin as he effortlessly tossed the Myriad Year Essence Milk into the air. The bottle of Myriad Year Essence Milk hovered midair, drawing the attention of everyone from Feng Zhentian's hand to its container. Despite its rapid descent, to the onlookers, it seemed to fall with an uncanny slowness.

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