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... n eye, two days had passed.

During these two days, Ji Chen’s residence was visited by scores of people daily.

The reason was simple: a Second Grade Alchemist at merely eighteen or nineteen; such a person would assuredly become a magnate within the Chu Kingdom.

No one wanted to miss the chance to curry favor with him.

Initially, Ji Chen would meet these people, but gradually, the increasing visits became overwhelming for him.

Helplessly, Ji Chen had to ask ...

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