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... was meager, he always felt like a true superior among men. His elders always spoke of how grand the ancestors of the Red Sun Sect were, maintaining that their glorious traditions must never be lost. He took their words to heart.

Unfortunately, Chi Lianxue soon realized that he lived in an era that revered the Modern over the ancient. Long histories without substantial power to back them up were a joke. Unwilling to settle for mediocrity, Chi Lianxue, full of bravado, headed to the Weste ...

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