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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger. As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated. When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise. But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)? Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?" "Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan." "The direction must be clear." "We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!" ……

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Chapter 67: Gatherings and Partings Always Have Their Time

That evening, Mr. Sang's tea house was bustling with life.

From the Changrui Escort Agency came Lu Shilai and Lu Gui, along with Pu Kui who brought his own daughter, and the Qiu-ran man with a beard bandaged and smelling of medicine, Xing Dao Si.

Qu Feiyan, Zhao Rong, Mr. Sang, Wen Tai, and Bao Budian, it was rare for them to gather together for a meal.

After learning the real reason Wen Tai had stayed working as a server in the tea house, people like Lu Shilai found it amusing, yet also admirable and a bit sympathetic.

Win against Zhao Rong then return home?

You might as well settle down in Hengyang.

"Back at the escort agency, it was a stand-off with swords drawn. I never imagined we'd have the chance to sit together and drink," remarked Lu Shilai as he looked at Wen Tai, finding it interesting.

Pu Kui took the chicken leg passed by Qu Feiyan and let his young daughter with braids in her hair hold it in her hand. The rugged man suddenly muttered a word: "Fate."

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