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Seclusion.
Xie Shouping looked at his own disciple.
"I heard you are going to hold another appreciation banquet?"
"Indeed, Master, do you have any suggestions?"
"Aren't you afraid your senior brothers will harbor resentment?"
Having hosted banquets three times in a row, even the most foolish could discern Chu Ning's purpose; after all, how many capable of reaching the Foundation Establishment were fools?
Chu Ning knew what his master meant: he was concerned that his disciple was fleecing too aggressively, potentially inciting widespread anger.
"Master, in the place where I grew up, hundreds of years ago, there was a dynasty, and at that time this dynasty had a very powerful Great General who helped the emperor conquer vast territories."
"Are you talking about mortal secular dynasties?"
