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Whether the master protected them or not was of concern to Song Yin, but it mattered little to anyone else.
After so many years, the master had shown his face to no one except for these second-generation disciples.
The term 'master' was only known to the third-generation disciples who knew their master, while the second-generation disciples had long forgotten this person with the passage of time.
Unless deliberately mentioned, no one would think of him.
When Jin Guang took them into the Xumi Vein, not even a hundred years had passed, and they had already been with their Senior Brother for well over a hundred years.
Master?
To the second-generation disciples, wasn't that just an intermediary for distributing one's root bone talent?
There was no such thing as a master to speak of.
In their hearts, there was only Big Senior Brother, their sole sun!
On the border battlefield, when there was an advantage in the war, the natural course was to continue advancing the front.
