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... k fog that hung over the broken walls. Beneath the grey and hazy sky, an ancient statue gracefully held a sword. However, it was not be spared from the decay of time.
Beneath a shabby eave.
A young man in a clean white shirt had a what-the-f*ck kind of expression hanging on his face.
“Master, we... can we still call ourselves a sword sect?”
Shen Changge felt like he was about to die.
He was an ignorant and dull time traveler.
As the only man among those ...
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