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At night, the moon and the stars were dim.

It was autumn, and the night wind blowing in the air was a little chilly. However, this faint coldness was undoubtedly much inferior compared to the coldness of the cold light on the sword.

Drip, drip.

The last bit of scarlet light slipped into the sword tip, and in the blink of an eye, it merged into the dust that scattered in all directions