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... knows no time.
One year later.
In a courtyard of Little Lingxu Peak, quiet chamber.
Han Yi silently opened his eyes, with the spirit light rippling in his eyes. Numerous spirit stones, including middle-grade and low-grade ones, were shattered by his side.
Han Yi’s face looked somewhat helpless.
“I miscalculated. It’s been a year, and I’ve consumed all middle-grade spirit stones and even all low-grade spirit stones, but my cultivation base has only reached ...
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