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... rgument echoed through a serene and elegant chamber, the voices sharp as swords, seemingly piercing through the eardrums.
"Brother Shen, I implore you to grant me that Green Lotus Sword Grass seed," a tall, bald cultivator with a solemn expression pleaded towards Shen Ye, who sat calmly at one end of the room.
The monk bore a colossal stone sword on his back, its surface marred with innumerable cracks of varying sizes, stained with the dark-red blood of countless demonic beasts a ...
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