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It wasn't a person, especially one who looked flawless. The so-called nature is actually a kind of singularity, the pinnacle of singularity. Mo Wen's eyes became moist, this was something that had never happened ever since the forging of a blade. Nameless, the pinnacle of the blade, the gentle sleeves, the natural grace, the ease of retracting and releasing the hair

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