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Hearing the words of the one-armed elder, Xu Zimei shook his head with a smile.
"Each reigning supreme for hundreds of years, are you speaking of your own past, senior?"
The one-armed elder hesitated slightly, then laughed and said, "My era has long passed,
now it is the world of you young people."
"Has senior truly let go?" Xu Zimei asked.
"I let go long ago. People often say I changed the pattern of the Endless Heaven Sea.
But in truth, as old darkness fades away, new darkness descends once again.
This sea will always waver between azure beauty and filthy foam."
After he finished speaking, the one-armed elder returned to the cabin.
Watching the elder's retreating figure, Xu Zimei did not stop him.
The Blood-drinking Mad Blade, indeed, was once a name that resounded throughout the Eastern Continent—an illustrious title.
Alas, even heroes face their twilight.
The gears of history never pause for anyone.
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The ship encountered no danger on its journey.
