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Chapter 39: The Buddha Doesn’t Save the Poor
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... her sounds within Wuxiang Temple.
A sword light, like a rainbow, tore through the sky.
A figure, treading upon the sword light, descended from the heavens like a Banished Immortal.
He was dressed in white robes, his face clean-shaven. He looked to be around forty or fifty, with a ramrod-straight posture, like a sharp sword himself.
Everyone was startled by the figure’s grand entrance.
Immediately, they collected themselves and stepped forward to offer thei ...
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