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... amiss and fell silent. The only sounds were the agonized wails of Ning Qianzheng and the scratching of Ning Xuan carving the Bone Spirit Plaque. He was in a world of his own, completely focused on the task at hand. Beside him, Swordsman Jian Zhenyi, a man who had made a name for himself in Dong Cang years ago, didn’t even have the courage to draw his sword.
It was a dumbfounding sight.
I must never, ever contend with him in swordsmanship! And I absolutely cannot let him use his s ...
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