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Suddenly, the youth smiled, and his smile very enticing: "You..."
Blake had been watching the youth stand in front of him, with his sword tip pointing at him, and just as he said a word, the youth disappeared.
Suddenly, a hand rested on his shoulder.
"Your sword... aimed at whom?"
Without hesitation, Blake swept the sword behind him. Though his eyes followed the speed of the sword, his heart sank.
The youth was squatting on the blade, and looking at Blake teasingly. His black hair, though tied up, fluttered in the wind, strands still falling in front of his face.
The youth's dark eyes gazed at Blake, as if contemplating something.
At this distance, both of them could see each other clearly.
Blake was strikingly handsome, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight. He was a tall young man, his features somewhat resolute, and perhaps giving an impression of aloofness due to his personality.
