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... d the Hall Leader of the Heavenly Art Palace.


"I'm not too sure, Cultivator Lin is still down there. I'll bring him back first," the Hall Leader of the Heavenly Art Temple shook his head and said. He was about to make his move when the other Hall Leader pulled him back and said, "There's no rush. Let's find out what's happening first."


The Hall Leader performed a hand seal to summon a watery screen. An image was projected on it.


On the screen, each of the scales of ...

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