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... e great mountain with a faint smile.
His voice was clean and magnetic, pleasant to the ear.
The sound of a sword being sheathed and light footsteps echoed. As the dust gradually dispersed, everyone finally saw Qi Haoran’s figure.
He wore his signature white robes, spotless, even after all these years.
His robe was as white as snow, and behind him hung a massive sword, three feet wide and three feet long, from which came the faint sound of a dragon’s cry.
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