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... ong stopped speaking, with most of his attention focused on the strange sword before him.
Suddenly, he stepped forward, walking to the middle of the street, taking advantage of the setting sun that was still not completely swallowed by the silhouette of the distant black mountains.
Under the golden afterglow, Zhao Rong twisted his wrist, placed the Three-foot Green Blade horizontally, level with his eyebrows, and stared intently.
The clear blade, tempered gold by the sett ...
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