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... to one corner of the hall. They sat there with trembling bodies, faces down, murmuring to themselves with trepidation.
What the three young masters had said was not a joke.
Especially the juvenile who had squatted beside him and addressed him as “Little Young Master”?
Who else could that Little Young Master be in the entire Flow City?
They felt a strong sense of despair having actually offended someone like this.
Those people were lost ...
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