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... naive smile on his face, Zhu Ganglie, who was carrying the spiked rake, conjured up a fierce demonic wind as he arrived in front of the courtyard.
“Congratulations, Daoist Friend Xuanqing, on embarking on the Road to Fairyland. I, Old Zhu, have no other gifts to offer you than these few rakes!”
As his words fell.
Under the astonished gaze of the immortals present.
“First rake, birth of all things!”
The nine-tooth rake in Zhu Ganglie’s hand rapidly grew lar ...
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