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... as to ease his fear, and as he spoke, he slowly walked on.
Wu Buxu did not turn his head, still sitting motionless as if he were an ancient sword standing upright, rusted but soaked in fresh blood.
He had been trapped for decades by the Sword Pool and had faced treacherous schemes from lowly minds trying to strike fatally from behind, but their outcome... all turned into fertilizer for the mountain peak's silver grass beneath his feet, whistling in the wind, with the surrounding ...
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