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The next day.

Yin hour, Wangjian Sect west wing, "Kuang!" Clang! "Clang!" Three knocks sounded from the door. "Nephew, are you up?"

'Creak – '

"Master Jing …" Wang Lih rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at Master Jing. Master Jing was in high spirits and dressed neatly as if he was about to leave home. Looking at Wang Lih