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... The storms outside had nothing to do with Luo Cheng.
In the Practice Field, Luo Cheng held the Flame Trace Sword with both hands, seated cross-legged like an old monk in deep meditation, completely motionless.
His brows occasionally relaxed, occasionally furrowed. His upright figure gradually emanated an indescribable sharp aura.
As time went on, the Sword Intent within Luo Cheng’s mind grew more solid, no longer illusory and unfathomable.
He began attempting to ...
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