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Su Zi Mo's expression was grave, he stretched out his hand to pull out his blade, but he did not move an inch, as if the blade and sheath were originally one.

"A treasured blade matched with a beautiful woman, and a wine given to a hero. This goddess, this blade is extraordinary, how can it be unsheathed so easily!" The old man's eyes lit up and his voice became hoarse.

"Aiya