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... sult, what happens in between struggles to change the final result. You will still be the person who shines the brightest in the end, brother.” Fang Jing looked towards Daowei Chengqing with undisguised admiration, but shortly afterwards, she remembered something and suddenly furrowed her brows. “However, you’re still a little too weak, brother. In the Immortals’ World, you are indeed an expert with your cultivation at the Sixth Heavenly Layer of Immortal Emperor, but that doesn’t match your ide ...

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