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... just as if everyone was watching the scene of a dramatic novel playing out, their eyes shone with interest and curiosity.

The Sanctuary Master slowly made his way to the elevated platform, where the main characters of that scene, were being held against their will. Heck, one of them wasn’t even in condition to express his will, but at that moment, no one really cared about it anymore. They just wanted to see the show unfold.

After he stepped in that stage, he stealthily used a t ...

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