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The eyes of some monks who knew Ning Cheng's roots shone even brighter. Ning Cheng had casually given away the tail feathers of the ninth-level monster in the starry sky, the Wind Fire Crow, as a gift before, but now he randomly took out something and exchanged it for this jade slip. To be sure, there are more good things in this monk....