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... peared next to Chen Qianxue’s temporary residence in the Shenghuo sect. It was Qin Jiao who had returned to the real world!

Qin Jiao, who had returned to the real world, looked like she had nothing to live for, but there was also a little surprise and expectation on her face.

She had nothing to live for because she had not surpassed Chen Qianxue’s cultivation in the simulator.

She was excited because she had finally died later than Chen Qianxue in this Immortal cultivatio ...

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