Shen Mingshu pursed her lips, remaining silent, her cold gaze fixed on Changqing’s face.
The two stood in a tense stalemate, each secretly calculating the other’s next move. In the world of Mystic Masters, battles are often fought not just with spells, but through the piercing intensity of one’s gaze and the rapid calculations of the mind.
Shen Mingshu’s eyelids flickered, but she quickly regained her composure.
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