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Zhuang Zhou Dreaming of a Butterfly, Butterfly Dreaming of Zhuang Zhou

"Fifty years of life is like a dream."

Looking at the confused Chao Haisheng, Feng Xia suddenly sighed.

Although this sentence did not completely match the current situation, it was the best description of Feng Xia's current state of mind!

The Slaughter Sword, which was famous in the future, was only a young scholar in this chaotic era. His Galaxy Spirit Body had yet to awaken, and his attainments in the sword path were almost non-existent.

In this era, the legend of the Slaughter Sword had yet to spread.

If he hadn't met Feng Xia, the first Valley Master of Qianqiu Valley might not have been able to reach the Eastern Sea and would have died on the streets.

For Feng Xia, traveling through time and space to witness the history of 700 years ago was a dream-like journey.

"No matter what, being able to witness this era and find out the secrets of history is a worthwhile trip."