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... since Han Jue said so, he could only suppress his emotions and leave.
The Black Hell Chicken returned to the Fusang Tree.
Murong Qi asked curiously, “Master Chicken, what’s the situation inside?”
More than three hundred years had passed. The restrictions in the Connate Cave Abode had long been elevated by Han Jue. His divine sense could not enter.
The Black Hell Chicken harrumphed. “Didn’t Master Chicken already say? Cultivate well. If you encounter a powe ...
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