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After thinking it over, Jiang Ding decided not to chase after Wei Xian and kill him.
It felt somewhat abrupt, and if the man in the black robe sensed anything amiss, it wouldn't be good. Anyway, waiting a bit longer was no issue, as there were plenty of opportunities.
The challenge from 'Green God Sword' Song Qing tomorrow seemed like an opportunity.
The next day.
Jiang Ding left the Sword Casting Manor, which one could hardly leave more than once every four or five days. He bought a conical hat, put it on his head, and followed the flow of people to the tournament stage set up by the two sects in the west of the city.
The crowd was dense, and on the way, most of the people were Jianghu figures with swords and knives, many of whom had some connection with the two sects and had been summoned to come.
