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Chu Mo moved with light steps toward the arena, and with a gentle leap, mounted the stage. He glanced around at the crowd. When his gaze swept over a certain spot, his heart trembled slightly, but his face betrayed no unusual expression.
He saw Qi Xiaoyu!
That figure, even with a covered face, even with a bowed head, even if it was just a silhouette from behind, he could recognize her in an instant!
It was definitely her!
Unexpectedly, Xiaoyu had also come here. Was she too going to take the heavenly road?
Chu Mo silently wondered, and then with a tinge of sadness thought: Is she still Xiaoyu now?
This question dampened his mood.
To outsiders, Chu Mo stood quietly on the stage, his head slightly lowered, silent. He exuded an aura of extreme aloofness, as if in his eyes, no one else mattered.
