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Outside the secret room, Binng Jian touched his chin with his right hand and was puzzled for a while: "100 years ago, I drank a pot of Immortal Wine. Although it felt good, but it didn't directly advance like Brother Lin did.

"This time, Pavilion Master Zhuo brought me five hundred year old Immortal Wine. Why didn't I have any reaction when drinking it?" Binng Jian was at a loss for words