“You’re back.” “We greet the Sect Leader….” When we arrived at Mount Hua Sect, Old Man Shin was waiting out front. The disciples, seeing him, hurried to bow. “You’ve worked hard.” “Uuh.” At that, the old man smiled faintly and nodded. Acting all benevolent—annoying to look at. “It’s late; leave the sorting for tomorrow and get some rest.” “…Sect Leader….”...
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