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Whoosh——
The rain fell along the dark clouds, quickly turning into a downpour, pounding the earth and all its creatures.
In the mountains and forests, there stood a bamboo building. At the window sill of the second floor, a man in white was sitting in meditation, a sword placed on his legs. His hands were pressing on the sword blade, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking out the window at the torrential rain. Beyond the distant mountaintop, one could see the likeness of thunder.
Fang Hanyu gazed at the scene outside the window, his sword-like eyebrows involuntarily furrowing.
"Your heart is in turmoil. Are you worried about that brother of yours?"
A cold voice emerged from the sword in his hands—it was the Ten Thousand Year Sword Spirit he had obtained earlier.
Fang Hanyu said, "This time it's different. It's said that many Holy Clans and Imperial Clans want to bring down the Grand Yu Divine Dynasty."