Even Without Spiritual Roots, One Can Be a Master of Cultivating Immortals
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Spiritual roots, what are they, we don't have them. The sect cannot even work as a handyman, so it can only support itself. The golden finger seems to be on the left hand, but it doesn't respond. Cultivation seems to be inferior to my own dog. Looking at Zhao Yuanhuang, whose dog Xiaobai casually spat out a water arrow, he clenched his fists expressionlessly, "Wait, I am the master of cultivating immortals."
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