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In front of the library, all the disciples of the Inner Courtyard were shocked.
Su Mo, Li Shuangyan, Hong Dali, Hong Dagang, Xiang Donglai - their eyes held a complex expression, their faces alternating between red and white, their expressions were exceedingly rich.
They had never expected that a notebook, which Lin Hao had casually taken out with the ink not yet dry, would be regarded with such importance.
Top secret.
What did that mean?
It signified that the notebook, which might have been written that very morning, had become one of the most important treasures of the Inner Courtyard!
Lei Qianxiao's reaction stunned everyone, leaving a sour taste in their mouths.
They were all cultivators, so why was the disparity so huge?
"Did you all hear that?!" At this moment, Lei Qianxiao, uneasy, asked sternly.
"Received."
"Received."
The disciples of the Inner Courtyard hurriedly responded, seeing the flushed face of Lei Qianxiao, no one dared to take his words lightly.
