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My Master Disconnected Yet Again
Mrs. Ago, Yóu qián, 尤前 5.0
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Everyone said that Yi Qing was the number one Sword Cultivator in the world, with a swordsmanship and cultivation that no one could surpass. Whether it was when he was cultivating in the Lower Realm, or when he was in the Ten Heavens of the Upper Realm, he has always been undefeated.

Yi Qing laughed and said: “That is because you do not know of my Master. If we speak of cultivation, I am not as good as she by a long mile. Thinking about it, at the start, out of the ten Heavenly Emperors of the Upper Realm, my Master beat up nine, and the one left was myself.”

“Master? You actually have a Master! Who? How come we never heard of it?”

“My Master is…. Eh? Master? Master! And my Master? Has anyone seen my Master?”

A person next to them quietly raised her paw. “I am here!”

Chapter 1 - Myriad Demon Congregation
Chapter 1: Myriad Demon Congregation Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios The autumn night was especially chilling. The various residences in the Mortal Realm had long shut their doors and snuffed out their lights to rest. Deep in the mountain forests, thousands of demons were gathered. The many species of demons had made an unprecedented attempt to come together after casting aside their differences, be they tigers, rabbits,...
Chapter 1 - Myriad Demon Congregation
Chapter 1: Myriad Demon Congregation Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios The autumn night was especially chilling. The various residences in the Mortal Realm had long shut their doors and snuffed out their lights to rest. Deep in the mountain forests, thousands of demons were gathered. The many species of demons had made an unprecedented attempt to come together after casting aside their differences, be they tigers, rabbits,...
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