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... was a memory of when I was in Japan, where my existence had yet to develop. 50 years ago was the time I managed to secure the Dragon Vein’s and at that time, Master’s parents and grandfather moved in, it was only after Master had been born that my consciousness started to fully develop. To a certain extent, it can be said that both Master and I were born at the same exact time.

However, I was a spiritual being. When a year passed by, both my intelligence and my body would grow up at once ...

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