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... with numbers beside them:

Feng Fan: 0

Zheng Huang: 0

While most elders were cultivating, waiting for the month to pass so the young cultivators could exit, the screen suddenly changed.

Feng Fan: 0 → 10,000

The screen emitted a sound as Feng Fan’s points continued to climb, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.

Elder Peng’s eyes lit up, and a broad smile spread across his face.

"Haha! That kid is truly not bad! Only three hours in, and h ...

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