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As an uninvited guest appeared in the great hall, the scene inside seemed to freeze.
Next to Hu Yuling's Immortal Sword, more than a dozen Spirit Swords hovered, as if they were small planes flying beside a Thunder Warplane. Zhao Lingyu sat quietly in a corner watching the show, Ming Xin's Wooden Sword pointed to empty space, and Lin Yun was still holding Lin Yu, just a step back from where he had been before.
Ming Xin could hardly believe it—had that sword strike really been dodged so easily?
Lin Yun wasn't faring well now either; he could taste the sourness of jealousy.
Seeing that red silhouette, Lin Yun had an epiphany.
"My family's jar of vinegar has logged on."
"Why do I run into you wherever I go?"
The newcomer was Dongfang Hongyue. As it happened, her visit to the Sword Sect today was purely by prearranged plan.
