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... p> A pile of jade slips fell off Junior Sect Leader Unyielding Firestorm’s small writing desk, half burying him. He ran his hand through his perfect hair, causing it to become messed up. His desperate eyes locked onto me like he was grasping at any lifeline.
“Great Aunt Lin… can’t… can’t you... not go?”
“I’m leaving as soon as we’re done here.”
His superhero-looking smile strained to stay in place. “We need you here.”
I crossed my arms and glared at him. For the p ...
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