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"Sir Cheng, please!" Feng Qin gently smiled. She was indeed a pretty girl, gentle and virtuous.

The two of them stood facing each other. Cheng Luo holding the sword and Feng Qin holding the zither was truly a beautiful scenery, even the tense atmosphere became poetic.

"The match begins!"

With an order, Feng Qin sat down on the ground and carefully placed the zither on her lap