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... , and held it in front of his eyes.
Light red, like sunset, when held in his hand, he felt a melting warmth on his fingertips.
He had lost a lot of blood and his eyes were blurry. He could barely see that it was a very small feather.
But there were no peach blossoms in the Sword Pavilion, nor were there any birds.
He looked around blankly holding the small feather in his hand, but saw the people’s expressions in front of him and look amongst themselves. ...
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