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Chapter 117

Chapter 117

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"It is I, what of it?" Jiang Yan was momentarily stunned, failing to understand why Wang Rong's expression had changed so abruptly. "I had assumed you were at least an ambitious young man with drive, but I never expected you to be nothing more than a common scholar, completely devoid of cultivation?"

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