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Zhao Fu Yun was taken out of the Zhao family by his aunt when he was thirteen years old and sent to practice in the courtyard under Tian Du Mountain. It has been thirteen years since then.,While others parting from the mountain would hold feasts and revel until dawn, sharing farewells with friends and hoping for a reunion, he last night alone drank a pot of tea.,Although there weren't many girls who practiced cultivation, they lived in this Lower City and naturally knew that these young men were the best among the Xuan Guang cultivators. It wouldn't be surprising if a few of them reached the Qi Refining stage, or even higher realms like the Purple Mansion stage. Naturally, they served them with all their might.。