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... moment, it was eerily quiet, as if one could hear a pin drop, hushed and silent.
Dugu Nan paced slowly in the courtyard, his eyes sometimes flashing with killing intent, sometimes as calm as water, and Qi Yun sipped tea unhurriedly, detached from the situation.
Only Mo Shiyi trembled violently, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, yet he kept his head down and remained silent.
He knew well the temperament of the Sword Saint and was certain that he was contemplating his ...
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