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... Zhang Xuan as his grandpa? Surely I am hearing things…

Uncle Cheng only feels his vision blurring before him and almost loses consciousness.

I just stepped away for a moment to grab a Strength Measuring Rock Pillar… What happened? Can anyone enlighten me…

“Cough cough, alright. Little brother Zhang Xuan, there are plenty of opportunities for the both of you to spar in the future. Bai Xun is injured and needs to regulate his cultivation for awhile! Anyway, since the Strength ...

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