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Chapter 74 Cracked Ground
These were his fellow Qingqiu Sword Sect disciples, his senior brothers and senior sisters, and yet Ye Que didn't know any of them.
He hadn't even heard of the name of the so-called girl genius.
His knowledge of the birth of the Divine Tool, the River Soldiers, was even more so sparse.
This sounded like a fantasy but the truth was that he really had no idea.
In his previous life, he had been reticent and laser-focused on cultivation when he first entered the Qingqiu Sword Sect. He completely ignored what was going on in the world outside, least of all the gossip in the Cultivation World. By the time he began communicating with those around him like an ordinary person, a few years had passed and the incident at the ley lines of sovereignty of the Imperial Mausoleum was already a done deal. Not only did the Qingqiu Sword Sect gain nothing, but they even lost their disciples. Naturally, they wouldn't spread this news.
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