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"Three bows and nine knocks shall suffice."
Sally suddenly remembered the eighty-one bows and two hundred and forty-three knocks outside, "Okay."
She began to bow and knock to the oil lamp…
After completing the count, Sally, feeling dizzy, said, "Master above, your disciple Sally will surely live up to your esteemed reputation."
If he had one!
"Good disciple! Everything here can be considered a meeting gift, but the real treasures your master has for you are in the Tomb Divine Hall. Also, your master has a sworn enemy. You must teach him a lesson for me someday."
"…"
Sally felt that was highly unlikely!
What kind of existence would his sworn enemy be?!
A tiny member of the Rat Clan like her really lacked the power to do so.
