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... ground, his agile movements raising not a speck of dust.
His face covered with a black cloth, holding a dagger—this is the classic and traditional image of an Eastern Assassin. In dark and cramped environments, the dagger is truly the best choice.
Continuously groping slowly in the darkness, his scar-ridden cheeks showed no sign of nervousness.
His hands had been stained with countless blood—officials', scholars', and cultivators'. For this, he had even fled from Hezhou ...
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