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... there’s no problem, as his own Subordinate Soul, if he wants to take this power, he only needs to trade again.
The Subordinate Soul would never refuse.
Nor could they refuse.
They were, after all, Zhang Fusheng’s possessions.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Hu Zhongli little by little turned younger, though the magnitude was minor, one could still see his aging body radiating with vitality,
The third minute,
The old man opened his eyes, fi ...
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