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... he Sect Leader of Xing Sect was worried. He was worried that she wouldn’t be willing to go if he continued nagging. What should he do? He wouldn’t be able to answer to the Heaven Emperor, and the Heaven Emperor would definitely vent his anger on him.

He did not want to take the risk. He only wanted to be the Sect Leader of Xing Sect.

If he could not become the Sect Leader of Xing Sect, he would really be finished.

So he behaved himself and did not give Gu Chaoyan any chan ...

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