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... mself on both elbows and stammered. "Grandmaster! Your succeeding disciple, Mo Cheng, he…"
"What about my disciple?" inquired the Sword Bearer's Grandmaster. A long line stretched from each corner of his tightened lips, all the way to the sides of his nose.
"M-mo Cheng, he…"
"Why are you stuttering? Speak plainly!"
"Your succeeding disciple is raising a ruckus! Please do something, Grandmaster!" The messenger concealed his face in fear, speaking as fast a ...
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