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... ree months respectively.

In the same year, in order to find her husband, Mili of Ganlu Temple joined the ghost killing team and became the stepson of Purgatory Kyojuro.

Ganlu Temple Mi Li, who also has extraordinary talent, was also promoted to Love Pillar two months later.

Tomioka Yiyong killed a new recruit and was promoted to the fourth water column.

Immortal Kawami also this year, killed a chorus and was successfully promoted to the wind column.

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