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2024-10-29 19:42:56After mourning for my son and becoming increasingly agitated with the things that happened recently, I ordered the execution of that little crazy bastard.
I also rounded up the people who were directly at fault for their lax security detail and allowed it to happen, which increased the efficiency of the disciples after frightening them.
For the first time since I saw the 16th Generation Saintess, this was also the first time I saw her genuinely disheartened. It broke my heart as well.
The pain lessened when the time passed but the presence of that 'Hero' roaming around there disturbed me.
To draw him out of his hole, I had the execution of the 24th Generation Holy maiden announced. The results were fascinating.
Two days earlier than the set date, we managed to draw the rat out from the sewers he was hiding in but his cultivation was mind-boggling. He was beginning to resemble someone I remembered from long ago.
We knew of his improved cultiv
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