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The Little False Priest - Part I.
Author: Jimmy-Chuuu
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The three rough-faced men sitting at the corner table were members of the black sect, while the other three young men sitting at the opposite table were disciples of the Hua Shan Sword Sect.

Hearing the demeaning words of the Gobi Desert Sect's youngest girl, one of the black cult men fingered the hilt of his machete with trembling hands.

His name was Guo Sheng, the youngest disciple of the Western Ufuk Sun Sect. But a comrade held him back, glancing at the three Hua Shan Sect youths.

His eyes seemed to say, "We are outnumbered. The five of them plus the three Hua Shan Sect alliances!"

Guo Sheng then removed his hand from the hilt of the machete. But that didn't stop him from reprimanding the Gobi Desert Sect's young girl.

"What do you mean by saying that, miss?" asked Guo Sheng as he stood up. He revealed a face that looked less than pleased.

Ever since they entered the hall, he had been holding back, due to the behavior of the Gobi Desert Sect disciples who always covered their nose
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