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While Lin Zheyu was reviewing his cultivation just now, the door outside the courtyard was suddenly knocked on. Lin Zheyu rose and opened it. Standing outside was an inner sect disciple who looked somewhat familiar, yet whose name he could not immediately recall. The main sect had about twice as many disciples as Azure Tide Pavilion, and Lin Zheyu had not bothered to memorize them, so he could not name most of them. After thinking carefully, he finally found the man's name in his memory.
"Xie Biao, what is it?" Lin Zheyu asked.
"Martial Uncle, the herbs you need have already been delivered to the pill hall. Elder Xi will begin refining pills in an hour, so this disciple came to inform you," Xie Biao said respectfully. When he looked at Lin Zheyu, there was a trace of fervor and awe in his eyes.
Like Lin Zheyu, Xie Biao also came from humble roots. Lin Zheyu, who had risen from a grassroots background and been exceptionally recruited by the Wuji Sect midway before soaring upward in one leap, naturally became the person Xie Biao admired.
"Alright. Many thanks, Martial Nephew. If you have any confusion in cultivation,...
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