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When the drinker saw his master raise his hand to hit him, the smell of alcohol immediately rose. He said loudly to the elder, "Why don't you just beat me to death? Just pretend that I'm not your disciple …"

It was fortunate that the main hall was abuzz with noise and the people from Ming Dong sect were rough men who were noisy and grumbling. The voices of the people who drank were suppressed