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... to an end.

The rebellious disciples had their longswords confiscated and were left on the mountain under strict supervision. They were taught anew, starting from the basic manuals, little by little. Only when they genuinely understood could they regain the qualification to wear the One-Leaf Pavilion’s sword and descend the mountain to walk the Jianghu.

The disciples who had been deceived by the followers of Zhang Zuosheng into drinking the sleeping drug were rescued from the forb ...

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