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The sudden words caused the smile on Jue Qingzi's face to freeze. His expression changed, and the corner of his mouth began to twitch. He looked at Yan Wanqiu holding a chicken leg and felt rather disappointed in his heart.

He had never thought that the apprentice sister on whom he doted so much would surprisingly drop such a slap on his face in front of others. Soon though, the disappointment in his heart turned to despair.

Even after staying in this small world for so many years, he wasn't able to contest for godhood. When he came, he was at late stage of passing tribulation, and now he was still at the late stage of passing tribulation. His cultivation hadn't advanced in the least, so all the time had passed in vain. When Jue Qingzhi thought about it, he sighed.