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"Earth Spiritual Spring."

"How can we let such a trash native of the Northern Desolate Region obtain it?"

"I can't accept it, I can't accept it."

The Saint son of the Zhu Tian Pavilion, Yin Jiayang, roared furiously.

He watched helplessly as the spiritual spring was being refined and absorbed by Chong Lou and the others.

Yin Jiayang's mouth was filled with extreme unwillingness and anger