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... zhong and the others left the inn, Jiang Erliang stayed quietly in her room, sitting cross-legged on the bed like an old monk, meditating and cultivating.
The room was silent.
Only the occasional gentle breeze stirred the window frames outside.
The heavy sword named "Peach" lay quietly on her lap.
The broad sword blade glistened with a cold, hard sheen in the faint light.
As the young girl closed her eyes to cultivate, the heavy sword seemed to possess a s ...
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