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The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

"Sect Master Uncle is just a mortal, who just happens to have his own 'billion' interpretations of various spells." Atop Misty Peak, the sect's senior disciple was educating the new beginners. At that moment, Sect Leader Ye Feng, holding a blade of grass, waved it gently, and a fierce Sword Qi split the sky in two, revealing a dark spatial rift that was difficult to heal, frightening the gods above. The new disciple pointed at the sky, shocked, "And you told me the Sect Leader is just a mortal?"

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Chapter 189: The Small Heaven-Asking Mirror, The Remarkable Aspects of the Refining Furnace

"Why the breakthrough so quickly?" Ye Feng muttered to himself.

"This is a good thing, shouldn't the Sect Leader be happy?" The System didn't understand why Ye Feng would show a hint of melancholy.

Ye Feng ignored the System.

He rose into the air and found the Little White Fox fast asleep while hugging a jar of wine, with the Golden-furred Squirrel lying sprawled out next to it, and Dog Er Ha, Pig San Pang, Toad Si Chu, and Pumpkin Wu Gua all collapsed beside them, feet in the air, snoring as loud as distant thunder.

"They... they actually drank an entire jar of Bizarre Spirit Fruit medicinal wine!"

Ye Feng suddenly realized.