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... could Mo Sheng have rejected such good stuff?

Elder Mo was an Immortal master so he had accumulated a mountain of wealth throughout his over-a-thousand year lifetime. Unlike other masters, the old man treated Mo Sheng and Mo Jiu as more than disciples.

He treated the two young cultivators as his sons -something He Yuan was grateful for because there was no way a master would be this generous.

There were about one hundred high grade spirit stones, a thousand medium grade s ...

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