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... aogang walked alone along a desolate street.
He had refused Tang San’s company, saying he wanted to be by himself for a while.
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang’s beard was unkempt and his clothes were disheveled, but he couldn’t care less. He wandered aimlessly, his steps sluggish and without direction.
Yu Xiaogang was born with a defective martial soul, a laughingstock of his clan from childhood. It wasn’t until he grew up and began forging his own path that he slowly regaine ...
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