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Faint words, without any emotional ripples.
Yet they were filled with endless confidence and pride.
Ye Qinghong seemed to be stating facts, decisively and firmly.
Just as she had said before, she was a swordsman, an invincible swordsman.
She disliked losing, so she simply would never lose!
"The night is cold, perfect for sword practice, how about you join me in practicing the sword!"
Seeing that Fang Yang remained silent, Ye Qinghong waved her hand and, without waiting for Fang Yang to refuse, she pulled Fang Yang into her embrace.
Afterward, with a tap of her toes on the ground and her black hair dancing in the air, she drifted above the lake.
The lake's surface rippled gently, and under the bright moonlight reflected on the water, Ye Qinghong reached the center of the lake and then set the white lion cat aside.
