Qianling Continent, Qinglin Valley.

In a secluded courtyard with blue tiles, Wang Xiangrong, Wang Yixin, Wang Chuanming, and Wang Zongyun were sitting in a blue stone pavilion, talking about something.

Both Wang Chuanming and Wang Xiangrong were in the late stage of fusion, and they both ate the Tanyuan fruit.

Without Tan Yuanguo, they would not have advanced to the late stage of fusion so quickly.

"I plan to retreat for a period of time, to achieve a perfect fit."

Wang Xiangrong said in a deep voice.

"You just

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