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His cultivation had reached the high level of Qi Condensation, he had condensed his essence and was ready to leave the mountain. If he wanted to return to Heavenly Capital Mountain to learn more, he would have to return as a foundation builder and become an inner disciple.,His gaze swept over those few people, saying nothing. He slung his pack over his shoulder and, amidst the complex gazes of his fellow disciples, strode down the mountain.,Once, when Zhao Fuyun read biographies or historical records, he often lamented that murderous intent often lurked in moments of self-indulgence and enjoyment, more so after drinking parties.。