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... nd email address in the group, he instructed Zhuang Jialan, who was managing the mailbox, about the matter, and then he left it be.

Because he started busy helping others to identify the “Device Nurturing Spheres”.

Since he was about to lead a team to the Jumang Daoist Academy very soon, he would probably not be in the Treasure Trove at the end of the year, so he moved this process ahead of time.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter if they are identified first before being opened. ...

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