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... t’s not impossible but for example, have you ever heard of any Innate Dharma producing fruits before?’

Upon hearing that, Woo-seong had to agree this was his first-time hearing that someone’s Innate Dharma could produce fruits as well. Perhaps someone with a Wood-type Innate Dharma could have done so in the past by using some special technique, but Woo-seong was a hundred percent confident those fruits wouldn’t have this shocking effect like Sol’s own.

’I only produce them every ...

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