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... type exotic beast.


Of course, Zhang Che and Huang Tielan wouldn’t be so silly as to only look for weapon-type exotic beasts. They didn’t let any mid-tier exotic beasts they came across go.


Also, Huang Tielan no longer insisted on hunting exotic beasts by herself. After all, she was lacking a proper weapon to do so. Hunting exotic beasts by herself was too inefficient. Why waste the time?


In the end, although they used most of their time to search for a suitabl ...

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