In the main hall of the white building, the shadow of the slanting sun casts into the room through the openwork window, and it is dim and mottled.

This power center of the world's martial arts has had a lot of momentum to guide the country and stir up the wind and clouds on weekdays, but today, in this warm and empty sun, it is actually full of a blank and poignant meaning, which gradually penetrates and spreads little by little like wetting and silently, eroding everyone's hearts.

Quiescence. The sand on the hourglass flowed quietly.

Dozens of white-clothed people stood quietly in the hall, and the people in one hall were dressed like snow. That's the elite above the altar master who is distributed all over the world, and everyone can be turned over with one hand......

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