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... is meant that out of all of the Core Circle Sects in the Thousand Demon Ridge, only two did not come forward.

And, the words carved into the two wooden plaques were New Moon Sect and Clouded Sun Clan respectively.

It was impossible for them to come

Their Outposts have already been razed and some of their disciples were either injured or dead, so why would they still run over to send offerings to Lu Ye?

Lu Ye had expected this, so he didn’t care.

He got up ...

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