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... ence at the Life Crane Sect, the Corpse Slave, Fugui, held up a spittoon, precisely catching the acidic bile Yang An vomited.
His Second Senior Brother, Fu Ming, had certainly been right. All that food was highly nourishing; in fact, it was digested the moment it entered Yang An’s stomach.
As a result, all he could do was retch up bile, which was incredibly unpleasant.
The more normal-looking items were fine. Even though they had bizarre names, he at least had no psycholo ...
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