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... g straight into the standing target, and the iron-covered dummy exploded into pieces.
Zhao Douan reached out, caught the hilt, and elegantly twirled the sword.
Standing in the small "Martial Arts Arena" in his courtyard, he faced the eastern sunrise of the late summer morning, exhaling deeply,
"A bit of something."
These past two days, he had devoted all his focus to absorbing the teachings of the Empress.
In his mind, he replayed them repeatedly, training ...
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