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... g, and Li Guanyu all felt a loosening in their realms of cultivation!

All along, they had been following the old school, investigating things to gain knowledge, constructing their Confucian cultivation by piling up a tower of classics and doctrines.

Now, Zhao Hansheng’s words told the three of them that the tower actually has two stairways: one outside, spiraling up around the tower’s exterior; the other inside the tower, almost straight up and easier to climb.

The inside ...

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