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Ignoring the jittery Imperial City, Xiao Tian Feng and the rest were in their rooms looking at the piles of Xuan Core with smiles blossoming on their faces.

"Young Lord, this is less than a month's income. Tell me, how much do you think the Spirit Sword Sect harvests in the Imperial City every year?" Pang Xiong said while drooling.

"Alright, alright, look at your useless appearance