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... ready early morning. No one else had woken up yet. An Jing subconsciously wanted to grasp something, and the broken sword materialized from the void in response to his will, appearing in his hand, clutched tightly.
By the time he realized what had happened, his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
The broken sword hummed softly. An Jing’s gaze fell, and he muttered to himself, "Subdue Demons... Subdue Evil... Are these your names?"
"I don’t remember."
The S ...
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