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... u have no shame?"
Near the northern boundary of the outer courtyard of the Divine Cauldron Sect, a middle-aged man with a long beard cursed at a thin young man in tattered cloth who came running out at extreme speed.
Beyond him, rows upon rows of stone tablets stood in silence, while at the entrance, a simple arched gate of weathered gray stone made it clear this was the cemetery where the sect’s fallen disciples were laid to rest.
Despite looking worn down, the young man ...
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