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Fang Jingmiao stared at Su Yue's scale, her body stiff, even her breathing was somewhat erratic.
The worldview she had constructed over the years completely collapsed at this moment.
Liao Ping had already destroyed her understanding of the Divine Land once. Now, Su Yue had created a record that could only be looked up to.
How on earth do these people cultivate?
Were they circulating qi in their wombs?
How is this possible?
Martial Artists of the Divine Land should start cultivating in their sophomore year, right?
What talent do they possess?
"Underestimated this guy again."
Liao Ping shook his head.
No matter how strong Su Yue is, Liao Ping feels it's business as usual.
After all, he's gotten used to it.
Gong Ling's palms were covered in sweat.
It's false to say she wasn't envious, recalling that Su Yue who paid tuition by delivering takeout in his sophomore year, Gong Ling felt a sense of absurdity.
But more than that, she felt a sense of blessing.
