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Hearing Yang Zhen's words, a look of befuddlement flashed across Weng Yongli's face, as if Yang Zhen was correct and he had no rebuttal.
However, upon further thought, Weng Yongli wondered if Yang Zhen had truly comprehended the Twelve Blue Lotuses. It seemed that this matter was indeed related to him. If Yang Zhen had understood the Twelve Blue Lotuses, then wouldn't this competition have nothing to do with him?
As this thought crossed his mind, Weng Yongli was just about to speak when the faux elder, with a movement of his body, appeared before Yang Zhen, watching him with uncertainty and doubt.
With the faux elder arriving, naturally Weng Yongli had no opportunity to speak. Actually, Weng Yongli didn't need to say anything now; all he had to do was wait, because it was apparent to everyone that even the faux elder seemed skeptical.
