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... courtyard.
Autumn leaves withered, dry branches fell, the cool breeze took away the last of the fallen leaves.
An Jing sat on a stone chair, in front of him was a thick, ancient sword box.
He stretched out his hand and quietly caressed the Evil Suppressing Sword, the stark white blade covered with a captivating layer of white light.
Tap tap tap…
The sound of footsteps arose as a middle-aged man quickly walked in.
This man was none other than Shui ...
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