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... it been since I was sealed here? A hundred thousand years? Or two hundred thousand years? You did a good job, my descendent.

Although the blood of the Hidden Lu Immortal Family running through your veins is scarce, you’re still a descendent of my family. I won’t be able to do much in this form of mine, so you need to quickly step onto the path of Immortal Cultivation and help me restore my physical body."

The voice spoke up, startling Lu Sheng quite a bit before he could compose ...

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