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With that, Song of Lone City left on his sword.

Looking at his fluttering white clothes, Mo Cheng sighed with emotion, "So handsome."

Sooner or later, he would have to be like him, riding the wind on his sword.

No need. It would be best if two people stepped on a sword. Only then would they be able to draw the wind …

He couldn't think too much into it