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... weasel, Wu Fengtian, strolled down the road, casually tossing a pouch filled with low-grade spirit stones into the air, catching it with a grin.
Each time he caught it, he weighed the pouch, his joy escalating with its increasing heft—more weight meant more wealth.
Tossing it one final time, he caught it and burst into laughter.
"I, Wu Fengtian, am a true genius.."
His cackle didn't stop even after praising himself.
"I can't believe Young Master fell for ...
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