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... p> Drops of rain gently splattered on every corner of the human world, soaking the land that had endured a cold winter.
Yellow Sword Wine, clutching his wine gourd, lightly touched the ground with his toes, his entire frame taut like a longbow, ready to shoot off at any moment.
Crisis, an extremely intense sense of crisis, permeated his entire body, causing every hair to stand on end, and the alcohol within him almost instantly evaporated.
His eyes were unprecedentedly cl ...
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