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... de, this expenditure is not small."
Inside the blacksmith’s shop, the furnace was blazing, and the flickering tongues of flame cast shifting shadows on Qin An’s face.
Gazing at the rising smoke, Qin An lightly shook his wrist, and the black blade unsheathed with a clear dragon-like hum.
The cracks densely lining the blade looked like fissures in an icy river, as if one more strike would cause it to break apart.
The blacksmith had reached the pinnacle of level five ...
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