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... heart was in turmoil.

She had never imagined that her daughter's life and cultivation would one day require assistance from this foolish son-in-law.

"Let us step back and not disturb the Master," Wu Jingshan actively had them move aside, respectfully saying, "From now on, it's all up to the Master."

Zhao Yulong, seeing this, unexpectedly felt a strong surge of jealousy. Even if his father, the Saint Master from Luotian Sacred Land, were here, Wu Jingshan probably wouldn't ...

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