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“The Pure Yang Immortal Sword!”
An uncontainable joy spread across Xiao Yu’s face as he examined the golden sword before him.
The sword measured roughly three feet, its weight indiscernible yet perfectly balanced. Its body gleamed with a faint golden light, exuding an aura of ancient majesty. A golden tassel hung from the hilt, swaying gracefully with every slight movement.
“Thank you, Elder Ziyin!” Xiao Yu’s voice trembled with gratitude.
As his ...
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