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... an Xing and others, sending them off from White Cloud Peak.
Looking back, Ji Xiang still stood motionlessly in the plaza atop the mountain. He merged seamlessly into the black night, except for the Demon Sword in his hand. It continued to emit a strange, blood-red sword aura, like the grin of the god of death on this dark night.
"Sigh."
Lin Bai sighed softly, returning to his room to sit cross-legged.
"Wooden Sword Encountering Spring Grass!"
Lin Bai took ...
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