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The dagger had been seized from the hands of Sunn Zhi's killer. It was of a smooth foreign military style with a sharp blade that could cut through one's hair. Wang Tan had kept it by his side all along.

He pushed the dagger away with a loud clank. With a smirk on his face, he stared at Tong Ao and raised his hand up high. Under Tong Ao's gaze of both expectation and suspicion