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However, this event seemed inexplicably absurd to the talented elites present.

Especially that Ling Jiao, she scoffed coldly, "Wasting one's spiritual power on such trivial matters, how interesting."

On the other hand, Sage Wisdom remarked, "This fellow practitioner has willingly exhausted his personal spiritual power to save just one withered grass. He clearly has a noble character and is worth befriending."

Qi Yuan finally got up and stared at Ling Jiao, "If we don't use spiritual power for such matters, should we use it on you?"

Ling Jiao gritted her teeth, preparing a rebuttal.

Just then, a hoarse and aged voice interrupted the debate between Qi Yuan and Ling Jiao.

"Everyone's here. I've been waiting for you. Greetings, I am Sage Lumo."

An old cultivator appeared with an unimpressed expression on his face.

"Greetings, Sage Lumo!" The elites present were quite respectful to this old cultivator.