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... youth tapped the sword with his fingers, while his other hand patted his knee, creating sounds like bird chirps, yet the rhythm belonged to that of a traditional tune, equally elegant and pleasant to the ears. Yet suddenly, it transformed, from the refinement of Jiangnan, into a more exhilarating and grandiose spirit.
It was as if the breeze that brushed through Jiangnan had reached Kunlun, then bringing along the bone-chilling millennium coldness to the world. The musician, spellbound, ...
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