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"Wang Hao, I knew you'd be here. I can give you a free pulse energy cannon with third-level damage, but you have to agree to one thing." A cheerful voice came from the door.
Everyone turned to look, and saw Yun Chuyao entering with Xia Weiwei and Le Xuan.
"Teacher Yun!" Yuan Ling exclaimed in surprise, rushing forward to greet her without delay.
She was well aware of Yun Chuyao's identity as a Martial Emperor, and naturally, she wasn't the only one; every student in the Eleventh Branch knew.
After all, Yun Chuyao had been so conspicuous when she bought a shop—so much so that the two vice presidents had been taken down a notch, forced into a sale, leaving people unable to forget about it.
"Sister Yun, you're saying you'll give me a pulse energy cannon with third-level damage!?" Wang Hao's eyes lit up with a golden gleam. A pulse energy cannon with third-level damage probably wouldn't do much against a Martial King.
