Upon hearing what her mother had to say, Murong Xue gritted her teeth, her fists clenched tightly, looking like a little spitfire on the verge of erupting.
Back when her grandfather had gone to demand an explanation for her, for various reasons, he had merely crippled Lín Zhèntiān's dantian.
She had never expected that old man to carve out a shortcut and cultivate to the Golden Core stage in such a short span of time.
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