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... the herbs?"
The Yangxiang Race guarding the gate, a third-rank, looked at Su Yue with disdain.
Losers from the Banner Garrison Camp are doomed to have no dignity.
"None."
As Su Yue finished speaking, he turned around, leaving his back to the whip.
The martial artists in front of him did the same, and Su Yue learned quite naturally.
If he went back to gather herbs now, he might easily arouse suspicion from those with ulterior motives.
Crack! ...
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