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... of the old man’s laughter, she had only four words.
As usual, she was alone, walking neither quickly nor slowly, dressed in black, blending into the surroundings, with her long hair loosely tied back, and even putting down the hand that was resting on the sword hilt.
Relaxed and leisurely, her demeanor seemed as if she was enjoying fish and flowers in her backyard after a meal.
"What’s wrong with that? Hahaha, because of Demon Night True Monarch, half of Swordmaster Peak ...
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