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Wu Qi followed Wu Xian for a short distance with some hesitation. Wu Xian’s prescriptions were too alluring, but his cultivation base was too terrifying, and his appearance was too bizarre to behold. It was not an easy task for Wu Qi to get any benefit out of him.


‘One just can’t have everything in life…’ Wu Qi sighed softly and made a quick wave to the void. With the gesture, dozens of stars in the sky burst with a dazzling silver light ...

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