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Gusts of cold wind howled through the mountain pass.
Inside a small fenced courtyard,
Ren Qianqian practiced her swordsmanship in the snow. The blade sang through the air, whipping up the falling snow around her. She moved with the agility and grace of a butterfly, her sword strokes lithe.
"The technique is just a facade, you need to comprehend the trajectory, the rhythm, and the true essence of the sword,"
beside her, Li Hao squatted on the snowy ground, inte ...
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