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"Be careful, don't break my beloved kitchen knife!"

Liu Yiyi placed both of his hands on his waist, and instructed the servants of Sword Crafting City. Beside him stood a white-haired, middle-aged man, who seemed to be her father.

"Ai, be gentle, be gentle. I spent a lot of money to make this pot for Eastsea craftsman. You won't be able to afford it if I ruin it