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"No problem."

Zhao Lingxiao replied lightly.

Ling Fengyan nodded and picked up the sword in the middle again. The sword emitted a light blue cold air and even though her hand did not touch the blade, she could still feel the cold air. She opened her mouth and asked, "What is the name of this sword?"

"Frost Sword."

Zhao Lingxiao replied softly.

Like a moon knife