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Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Glass Saint was growing more and more curious. She smiled at Ye Futian and said, "I don't want to go the Upper Worlds, so why don't you tell me what you did?"
Ye Futian looked at Glass Saint. Although she had cultivated for many years, she looked to be not even 30 years old. She was young, beautiful, and had a dignified bearing that made it so that people were on their best behavior in her presence. But her smiles and frowns right now seemed to make him forget that she was on the Saint Plane. Of course, her temperament was still engraved in her bones. Even if it was not revealed in the form of her smile, it still carried with it an invisible nobility.
Ye Futian rubbed his forehead and said, "It was nothing. I just fought my way to the Ninth Layer of Heaven in Jiutian Temple and refused Xia Qingyuan's invitation. It's not even worth mentioning to you."