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One day, the Jianghu will be shaken by this person.
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On the sixth day of the lunar year, the Awakening of Insects.
This year, Zhao Rong received another letter sealed in a bamboo slip.
The letter came from Longquan.
"Senior Brother, I respectfully write."
"Time flies by, past becomes present and future."
"It has been a long time since my last letter, and I remember you as always. May I know if you are well these days?"
"Since receiving your help, the Demon Cult has retreated after the Alliance Meeting, and Longquan has been at peace."
"Elder brother's letter spoke much of your elegance, which filled me with admiration. However, the Demon Cult is vicious, and the battle between good and evil is fierce. I hope that you remain safe and sound."
"I have forged several precious swords, now at Hengyang."
"I also recall beneath Tianshan, surrounded by clouds and mists, the three-foot Autumn Water, a body full of Sword Qi..."
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