"All right, let's stop talking about Yanran. In a family like that, encountering such a situation... I really don't know whether it's this little girl's good fortune or her misfortune."
Li Zhenhai sighed as he spoke.
Li Zijin felt it even more deeply. She also came from a prominent family in Jinling, yet her Weapon Spirit was merely a small wooden bow. Growing up, she had endured plenty of cold glares and disdain.
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