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Chapter 852

Of the three, Andrew was easily the poorest. His funds were down to just a few thousand crystal deposits and a stash of cultivation resources and random materials. It was not exactly impressive compared to his two companions. So, when he stepped up to cover the bill for their dinner, it didn't faze him too much. "We'll take a private room upstairs," Andrew said to the server, fishing out the necessary payment. "Have the food sent up right away." The server gave an apologetic smile and bowed slightly. "I'm really sorry, sir, but with so many visitors coming to the city for the Holy Spirits Sect's open recruitment, all the private rooms are fully booked. Would it be alright if you dined in the main hall instead?" It wasn't surprising that the inn was packed. The city was bursting with cultivators from all over with the upcoming sect admission ceremony. Andrew shrugged. "No problem. Just get the food ready." With that settled, the three returned to their rooms to freshen up and change

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