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This round of pleasantries was no longer necessary; Fang directly led Zhao Rong into the elegant room.
"Uncle Fang."
"Hahaha, nephew, please sit, please sit."
Liu eagerly pulled him to sit down.
Without a doubt, Liu knew how to handle situations; his manner of requesting help clearly had a different attitude.
"I heard you want to promote some of my outer sect disciples to the inner sect. Originally, I was reluctant, but your face, nephew, I must give. Let's do it your way."
"You don't even have to ask; whether you go to Tingfeng Terrace for sword training or to the Sword Repository to tease bears, you can pick any of my disciples. It will greatly benefit them, and I certainly won't obstruct. This stands forever."
The more generous Liu was, the more cautious Zhao Rong became.
"Uncle, is there a big trouble at the Sword-Casting Manor?"
"A trifling matter."
