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"Is this... real?" In the Sen clan, the old and decrepit Elder Hua blinked his eyes forcefully.
He wasn't the only one; the other three Pavilion Elders of the Sen clan were also in a daze.
Something that Sen Yue, and even Sub-Venerable Han Wu, had failed to do, Fang Yang had accomplished with such ease.
When they thought about it, Fang Yang was barely thirty-six years old.
To become a Venerable at such an age was unimaginable.
It was simply world-shattering. The difficulty was comparable to creating a new heaven and earth—a nearly impossible feat!
"It's a good thing Xiaohui was steadfast enough," Saint Fan Liu sighed on the side.
No, it was more than just a sigh; she felt a pang of guilt.
Back then, to make Fang Yang act more maturely and treat Sen Hui well, she had often used the Fang Clan's affairs to pressure him.
For example, the matter of the Carp Eagle Blessed Land!
