NovelEnd"But you're too anxious," Fogort said.
"The Six Ritualistic Weapons, these taboo items, have long been marked as Disaster Mas. Letshare a piece ofmon
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knowledge with you, you brat. Esteemed sects have their own true teachings, and other schools aren't regarded as orthodox in
their eyes.
"Moreover, how could | discuss something labeled as Disaster Mas with my fellow disciples?"
Balzard stood up and mechanically walked toward the door. As the door swung open, a tall and shapely woman stepped inside.
"No wonder you're the inheritor of the Chaos Talisman; you observe things quite meticulously. But | must correct you on one thing,
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I'm not a brat," she remarked.
Fogort ignored her, fully aware that he was now trapped. He decided to wait for her to explain her intentions.
The woman took a seat on the couch across from Fogort, crossing her legs and revealing her slender, fair thighs. "You should've left
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