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[Sha Yu]
The wind aged, the frost heavy, feathers wither... A straight, chilling sword filled with murderous intent!
If you're intent on receiving it, then come and try!
...
Pei Ye bowed his head and placed the sword on his lap, unraveling the cloth strips, revealing the slender and beautiful blade.
The youth's face was expressionless as everyone in the banquet hall focused on the flurry of sword shadows at the center, while Pei Ye watched the incense-twined stage with a tranquil gaze.
Under the watchful eyes of those three, everything in the arena was indeed just a game; he heard the young girl's earlier inquiry, saw her difficult fight, and became slightly curious about her identity and purpose.
"It seems to be Mr. Pei's sister," whispered Cui Zhaoye seriously beside him.
"..." Pei Ye was momentarily stunned, slowly regulating his muscles and bones.