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... g to the living room, Ji Menglan and Ah Qing were there, and the maids had already placed dinner on the table.

Seeing Jiang Che return, Ah Qing’s face lit up with joy. She ran to his side, feeling the terrifying aura and powerful energy fluctuations emanating from him.

“Young Master, did you break through again?” Ah Qing was stunned for a moment, then asked in a somewhat dazed manner.

She felt that the word “genius” was not enough to describe her young master. His cultiva ...

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