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Sect Discussion Hall.
"Little Uncle Master, this really seems too much,"
Zhou Lingwu said indignantly, "It might be alright under normal circumstances, but at this critical juncture of the sect's survival, how could we reward a disciple whose hope of Foundation Building is so slim with something as precious as a Foundation Building Pill?"
No one paid attention to him.
Inside the hall, many foundation-building cultivators sat cross-legged and appeared exhausted. Many bore injuries, and it wasn't uncommon to see those with missing limbs or severed arms.
"Such talk is unnecessary now."
The Sect Leader of Qiyu Sect, a disciple of the Supreme Elder named Lei Linghe, with a cultivation base at the peak of Foundation Building, sighed, "Little Uncle Master has made great contributions to the sect. Given his seniority here, even if a Foundation Building Pill were thrown into a fire pit, who else would dare to object?"
"Little Uncle Master, humph!"
