Yè Mo looked around in a daze, not recognizing anyone. All faces were unfamiliar.,Father Ye Wentian had passed away two years ago. He had no memory of his mother.,Ye Mo immediately felt disheartened again because in this world, where spiritual energy was so thin, cultivating to the third level of Qi Refining would be an arduous task. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to achieve it in his entire lifetime. In that case, he would still be equivalent to a eunuch.。
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