Chapter 147: Master Nash
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Updated : Sep 12th, 2025
Cutting hair with a dead leaf?
A mere, brittle leaf had bitten into the trunk like a knife.
If it had been a little lower and caught her neck, it might have cut her throat.
Desmond Ross, the elder in a Tang jacket, stared wide-eyed at the yellow leaf nailed into the bark.
"Sir!"
Several bodyguards, having seen what happened, charged over.
Desmond Ross lifted a hand toward them. "It's fine. Stand down."
They shot a wary glance at Nash Johnston, then withdrew.
"A master!"
"Young man, you are...
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