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... > In the Sect Master’s Small Building, on the eve of the Immortals and Demons Disciple Recruitment Conference.
Wu Wang emerged from his cultivation state with a look of regret, pressing down layers of insights from the depths of his heart as he rose from his couch. A section of the soft cushion had been flattened by his weight.
Three feet of sunlight illuminated the finest dust particles, as the Daoist essence around Wu Wang gently rippled like flowing water.
There was no ...
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