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There were only a few spiritual tools of Medium grade in the entire Nie clan. His grandfather used to have one, but he sold it at a low price several years ago, and used the money to try to find a cure for his disease.


Nie Tian also understood that the only reason An Shiyi had generously gifted him this Medium grade spiritual tool was that Jiang Zhisu had been present at that time.


It was such a precious item, and he had lost ...

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