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The sword sound was long and smooth and if one did not pay close attention, it might have been overlooked, as if it could reach above the Nine Heavens, beyond the heavy skies.
The wooden sword carved by the young Murong Longtu two hundred years ago was slightly raised, only to settle back down. The courtyard gate opened, and Murong Qiushui stepped in lightly, her gaze filled with confusion, "Strange..."
"Why did I clearly feel the sound of a sword just now?"
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