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“That’s good!” Mok Hua said, opening his eyes and lying.,No matter how much one cultivates, they might only ever be a Qi Refinement Realm cultivator.,Ten-year-old Mo Hua sighed, adjusted his mindset, and then went to the sect to attend classes. After a day of cultivation, Mo Hua returned to his disciple's residence, read some Taoist scriptures again, and lay down on his bed when it was midnight.。

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