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The blade resting less than a hair’s breadth from her throat withdrew with a soft hiss, its gleaming blade shimmering blue as its impossibly sharp edge severed the air.
No, the immaculate weapon that was the Heron General Xia Ren would never need be so crude as to inflict the slightest harm on a student’s body.
Cai Renxiang had felt what it was to die three hundred and twenty-seven times in the last hour. Although the General had limited herself to mere third real ...
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