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But Xie Xuanyi knew better.
Today's farce required a "proper" conclusion.
So when he rose to his feet, he casually drew the "Reed" sword at Yuan Yi's side, and as he approached Xu Nianning, he pointed the Reed sword at him.
A glint of cold light punctured nearly a hundred streaks of sword rain in an instant.
Xu Nianning's pupils constricted.
When the figure in black flashed in front of her, her sword, already half drawn, was gently pressed down by a soft force, causing it to fall back into its scabbard.
The sword rain was broken, but not shattered.
Xie Xuanyi used the tip of the Reed Sword to strike the flying swords, turning them into streams of light that returned to their owners' tables.
Clang Clang Clang Clang!
The entire hall was filled with the pleasant sound of metal.
In the end, he stood still, looking at Prince Jiangning before him with a mix of sympathy and pity.
So far, they had only met twice.
To be more precise,
It was only once.
