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At this moment, the servant disciples by the riverbank also stopped washing sand, and it was unknown which one of them instigated the chant: "Kill him! If he becomes our Supervisor, will we still be able to mine Water Spirit Ore?"
"Right, kill him, Miss Yue!"
The servant disciples clamored, their voices scattered and weak.
Meanwhile, on the bamboo corridor, the Second Steward was lying half-slumped in his chair, looking somewhat listless.
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