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"No," Xu Yuan said with a serious tone.
Hearing this, Tianyan's delicate face turned cold instantly, and her clear, chilling voice flatly rejected his idea:
"I don't agree."
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Looking at the man not far away, her eyes flickering with greed, Tianyan felt utterly baffled.
Nowadays, whether in terms of talent and physique, or cultivation techniques and spirit, this bastard could almost be considered the best under the heavens.
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Not to mention, as the son of Xu Yinhè, the resources for cultivation surrounding him were even more abundant than those available to her, the Jiatiange Saintess.
All he needed was time to let things take their course.
After all, he wasn't like those mud-legged peasants who are desperate to make it to the top. So why take such risks?
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Thinking of this, Tianyan's dispassionate, icy voice rose again:
