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Master Xuanyao looked at Wang Luoqiu with amusement, never growing tired of her gaze, even loath to shift his eyes away.
Having reached the Purple Abode Realm less than two hundred years ago, naturally he had accepted two or three stunning disciples. Perhaps they possessed a higher cultivation base than Wang Luoqiu when they were the same age.
However, those disciples were older now and thus unfit for this event. More importantly, during their youth, they may not have possessed Luo Qiu's relentless determination to become an emperor.
While talent is generally seen as a boon, the heart of a strong warrior is equally crucial.
"Master Changchun," Master Xuanyao looked at Master Changchun and bragged once again, "What do you think of my disciple? Is she to your liking?"
