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... his smile widening. I remember the good old days when we debated for four hours during the morning meetings.

This made Chui Yi laugh. Be it love or hatred, everything was insignificant when it came to death.

Lastly, Chor Huet Zhin turned towards Chui Yim. My young friend Chui, Ill have to trouble you with the Chor Clan.

His words made all the important figures and Chor Clan members turn to Chui Yim in disbelief. Chor Huet Zhin might be leaving the world, but his words sti ...

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