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... ies available was only second to the high grade ingredients used. Not only would the food satisfy your appetite, it would even benefit your cultivation.


Of course, one needed to pay Genesis jade to enjoy the services here. Hence, extremely few disciples could afford to come here during the initial period.


At this current moment, Zhou Yuan had brought Yaoyao, Tuntun, Shen Wanjin, Xiao Tianxuan and the rest of the Cangmang geniuses here, and booked a table to celebrate his brea ...

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