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... the flower boy. “Please bear with Neath. Consider it doing me a favour. Neath was spoilt rotten as a kid.”
“I absolutely cannot forg-”
Uncle Martial Paragon massaged my shoulder with a warm smile: “You’re older, more experienced, stronger, more competent, more tolerant, smarter and…”
Forget holding a grudge. The corners of my lips kept creeping up to my ears. I’m telling you: never underestimate the elders in the martial world, or you’ll walk into mires ...
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