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... he elderly man with golden skin, draped in black robes, sat upon an ornate throne. His voice boomed through the vast chamber, tinged with a hint of mirth.
"Just as the master chooses their disciple, the disciple also chooses their master," he continued. "If I were to extend an offer for discipleship yet punish them for rejecting, the other Astral Monarchs would mock me once the news spreads. Such pettiness is beneath me."
The elderly man in white robes bowed deeply, his voice fil ...
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