"In the past three years, Lingling has accumulated a total of 19,000 clear lights... almost equal to the normal income of the Evergreen League for a hundred years."

In the training room on Star Shuttle, he felt his state of mind from ancient to modern times: "It's just that, if the distance is raised to the twelfth step, it's still a drop in the bucket."

He glanced at the two new light clusters around Qinglian.

The body is immortal.

A point of sword intent.

this is the time

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