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"To think there are three hundred strands of post-heaven Purple Qi, what a pleasant surprise you have given me, my friend. You must be tired."
Within the Qingjing Palace.
Zhang Jing sat upright on a meditation mat, speaking with a warm smile, his tone carrying a trace of apology.
In his palm, strands of post-heaven Purple Qi darted through the air like swimming dragons, their mystical radiance suffusing the entire chamber in a pale purple hue.
Zhang Jing could imagine all too well that to have refined such a quantity of post-heaven Purple Qi in just a few short years, his Earthly form must not have rested for even a moment.
Otherwise, by his estimates, having two hundred strands of post-heaven Purple Qi this time would have already been quite difficult.
It must be known that in between, the other party had specifically made a trip to the Beast Territory of Nanchu Immortal Continent to respond to Immortal Qingyun.
