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... d not take much effort to manipulate the mind of one of the supervisors and he was made to thought that Li Feng had entered the mine to work just like always. And to not create any discrepancy with the records, Li Feng had also given him 1000 spirit stones to add to the record which was enough to buy him 20 days of time while Li Feng would also get the maximum amount of sect contribution points for those days.

After all the preparations were done, Li Feng silently sneaked out of the mine ...

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