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... sand people. Wen Lu was accepted as a personal disciple of an Inner Elder at the peak ninth stage Core Formation Realm.

As for the Sect Master and other Nascent Soul Realm experts of the Flying Sword Sect, none of them accepted any disciples in the examination. After all, it was quite rare for a Nascent Soul Realm expert to take in a disciple.

Returning back to Xuan Hao, he had just finished registering Qing Yi as his disciple at the management pavilion and now arrived at the entranc ...

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