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... mander, was nothing short of a cauldron of shock.
At the center of the courtyard lay a coarse mat draped over something.
Its protruding shape was not very large.
‘A child.’
It was a child.
Smaller than Seolhwa herself.
The faces of Mount Hua’s second-generation disciples flickered through her mind.
Was it one of them?
Seolhwa unconsciously clenched her fist.
“What has happened here?”
As Namgoong Mucheon appeared, the ...
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