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... cup, about to pour it out to the side, when Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, raised his hand to stop him, and said:
"Hold on."
The saber-wielding martial artist paused mid-motion, the wine in the cup not even quivering.
Wang Anfeng struggled internally.
This was different from the earlier matter of wearing a sword that he had considered; letting go of these things on his own accord and being forced to do so by an external power represented two entirely different re ...
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