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... ced by a biting winter that sent a shiver down his spine. The Sword Saint wore an amused smile, but beneath it lurked a deadly gaze—one sharp enough to sever a thousand heads in a heartbeat.

"How interesting… This is the first time someone dared to be so brazen with me in decades… I wonder if my reputation has reached an all-time low after my retirement..."

It was said that time forgets all.

Even though the Sword Saint had reached the pinnacle of humanity once, many assum ...

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