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The sun was shining brightly, and a delightful afternoon should be spent drinking tea, tasting snacks, and chatting idly about life and ideals with a few intimate friends in the mottled shade of the trees…
Wu Hen couldn't understand why instead of elegantly holding a teacup, his intimate friend was holding the Green Peak Snow Shadow Sword, slashing at his forehead with each strike, each blow's critical hit enough to shatter the entire universe's scumbags.
Couldn't dodge, simply couldn't dodge.
"Fairy Gong Qin, I admit that I spoke a bit loudly to you in the Scroll Realm. Let's end today's special training here. The sun will set in three hours, and I'm afraid my body can't handle it," Wu Hen said, drenched in sweat.
