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... hen and supported Lu Qingyuan to prevent the third lineage from being overwhelmed by Ye Chen.

Even though Lu Qingyuan had some opinions about herself, she still had a strong sense of belonging to the sect.

Feng Shao believed that if she was the one to manage the third lineage in the future, she would continue to contribute to the development of the sect.

As for Ye Chen, Feng Shao was not sure what impact this “son of fortune” would have on the sect. Whether it was positiv ...

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