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... e effects apply to only himself, he would probably have to waste another star slot and acquire another relevant Star Technique. He had very few star slots, so he had to choose wisely.


On the other hand, it was because Jiang Xiao already had a better choice in mind.


Although he did not take the rare Star Bead, Han Jiangxue still accepted it nonetheless because of Jiang Xiao’s request. However, she planned to absorb it only after her abilities had been upgraded. After all, it w ...

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