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Chapter 212: Arrival of the Elite Youth Disciples
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... so used to training in isolation, seeing little beyond the faces of their own seniors, that this gathering ought to have bred pride, rivalry, or contempt.
Yet for all their differences, whether small or great, none of them looked down on the others.
One name kept that impulse in check.
Ossuary Necropolis.
It was not fear that restrained them, but respect.
To them, the sect was an old monster in the truest sense, one that had risen again and again whenever ...
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