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The disciples looked at each other, at a loss. They swallowed their saliva and stared at the bowl of chicken soup in Elder Kong's hands. From time to time, they turned their heads to look at the pressure cooker in Sister Qingqing's hands.

It was a pity that there was not much of a king. Lin Mu and the others were not even strong enough. After each of them scooped a bowl