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... not very large, resembling a meeting room.

Inside, five elders in white robes were present.

Each of these elders had kind brows and kind eyes, all bearing a smile in their gaze.

Judging from the aura they exuded, each was in the Shackles Realm.

However, if one were to sense carefully,

they would find that they had only broken through one or two Genetic Shackles.

When the five saw Lu Yuan enter, they did not hesitate in the slightest and stood up t ...

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