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... vated to the eighth level of Qi Refining.

  The huge gap made Lam Yi and Li Ergou hopeless, hopeless to catch up in this life.

  As the initiator of the party and the only female cultivator, the topic naturally centered on Zhao Siyao.

  Through chatting, the three of Lu Chang'an learned a lot of secrets about Liang Guoxiu's world, which is difficult for low-level monks to get in touch with.

   Even Zhao Siyao knew a thing or two about the situation in the neighboring ...

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