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... ch on the way to Greengrass Town. Showing the resilience of a cultivator. But just seeing the grimace on Mao Zhi's face made those injuries act up again.

"Someone stole from the Greengrass Auction House," he said with his grimace growing. "Wanna know the worst of it?"

That was already more than enough of a reason for me to get the hell away from here. "Not really."

"Well, I'm gonna tell you anyway," he shrugged. "The Blazing Sun Sect sponsors the auction, and they're alre ...

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