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"That will be all for today,"
The wind swept through the leaves with a rustling sound.
Inside the Martial Arts Performance Ground.
Yang Dongxiong released his palm, and the Subduing Demon Sword turned into white smoke and dissipated.
Liang Qu put down his Fubo, drenched in sweat. He took the tea handed to him by a maid and drained it in one gulp, exhaling a heavy breath.
As summer approached, the weather grew hotter.
In another half a month, the cicadas would emerge from the soil, making it not only stuffy but also dry.
Liang Qu sat on a stone stool and glanced unintentionally at his master's empty right hand, grinning as he asked,
"Master, did my Fubo just put a small nick in the Subduing Demon Sword?"
Yang Dongxiong chuckled.