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... people sat around a wooden table, covered with delicacies carefully cooked by Li Baxian. The group talked and laughed, clinking cups and exchanging drinks.

Lu Ye's heart also settled down with them.

Within the Spirit Stream battlefield, there were sect stations that could make cultivators feel a sense of belonging.

Unlike at the Cloud River battlefield, where nine out of ten Cloud River Realm cultivators had no fixed home, wandering everywhere, seeking fortunes that belon ...

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