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Zheng Anyu instantly noticed the oddity of the elderly man, and hurriedly asked, “What’s wrong, sir?”
The elder continued to munch on the roast chicken in hand, mumbling something under his breath, “Fifth Grade.”
Fifth Grade?
Overwhelmed by surprise, Zheng Anyu followed the elderly man’s gaze and saw a young man who seemed entirely unremarkable stepping down from a coach carriage in front of them. Could he really have a Fifth Grade Cultivation Level?
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