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... p> In a resplendent golden hall, Wu Yan sat on the main seat, his gaze somber.
A full-figured woman in a purple dress was reporting to Wu Yan with a solemn expression.
"What? Two Nascent Soul early-stage Cultivators caused trouble at the doorstep of the Golden Ape Tribe, and Hao Hu personally took action, yet they managed to escape? Useless trash, Hao Hu has made our Barbarian Tribe lose all face."
Wu Yan cursed angrily.
"Those two Nascent Soul Cultivators are not ...
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